Saturday, June 20, 2015

Sunglasses at Night

I accept that I am a terrible blogger.

So, I like people in theory.  A friend once accused me of only liking people with high entertainment value.  I can't deny the truth of that though I would say that very few people make my friends list so everything and everyone is entertainment...

People is reality ruin my life experiences. They talk too loud at the movies, cut me off in traffic, and so forth.  I live my life trying to ignore people in reality while loving them in theory.  (I also accept that I am an ass...)

Don't get me wrong.  I like my friends.  I have a facebook page, a google+ page, a my space page (I think), a twitter account, and this blog but I am not a fan of sharing.  I guess I could be called a looker.  I like my privacy.  I like people not knowing what I am doing.  I'm guessing this is the product of growing up a preacher's kid.  Everyone was always in my business.  Then they give unasked for opinions, advice and ask awkward questions.  This is what I hate the most.

I have made those accounts to be hard to find me.  I once tried to find me so I could have someone friend me but even I couldn't find me on Facebook.  Then I got married and found out the husband doesn't care about privacy.  At all.  He has tried to curb his exhibitionist tendencies but one can find me through his Facebook page now.

Also when I got married, I neglected to google my new name before I changed it.
New:
First: Jennifer
Middle: Louise Battiest
Last: Neal

So most often my name is listed as Jennifer L Neal.  Turns out there is another Jennifer L Neal, with the same birth date living in Texas. She is a little on the shady side and when potential employers look me up she comes too.

If employers look up my social security number things clear up but who knows if they do.

"You should just tell them." you say?  Do you know how crazy that sounds out loud in a job interview?  Options left are changing my name, which is hard to do in Texas and then they will think, "Oh she changed her name so we wouldn't know she is shady." Or I have to go public.  Go on all those accounts and put my full name and birth date and make it public.  Grrrr.

The husband assures me I am no one special (in a loving way) and no one is going to come looking for me to ask awkward questions, or give advice or opinions. Grrrr.

Ok, the rant is over.

Cat Scratch Fever

I've changed my mind.  I'm not a bad blogger.  I was looking at the high number of drafts I have saved but haven't published.  I...