As a therapist-in-training, I will admit a certain amount of curiosity with the private lives of random people (hence my subscriptions to various gossip magazines). Blogs are a perfect conduit for my interest, though I actually don't like reading about people I know but, rather, people I have only met once or twice or haven't seen in years. I think this allows a certain amount of anonymity on both ends, because I never have to look a person in the face knowing that I know way more about his/her (though, to be honest, most blogs I read are written by women) private life than I really have a right to know, and I figure that it probably doesn't make much difference to that person since I am a relative stranger with just an overdeveloped sense of nosiness.
That being said, I think I saw one of the people I blogstalk in public yesterday and it made me feel creepy.
3 comments:
LOL, blogstalking is amazing. And, they don't write about something they don't want people to know. If they did, they would lock their blog, and not invite you.
I HEART YOU.
Heh.
Yeah, there's a weird sort of voyeuristic element to blogstalking, I suppose. Although I agree with Lindsay, you can't really say you know more about their private life than you have the right to know, since they are the ones who published it out for the Internet to see, or they'd lock their blog.
Not that that's why I locked mine, though, in my case it's just that I know the Internet well enough to at least want to have some sense of who I'm sharing with, and filter out the real stalkers. But then I did invite you as a reader, and you're now an admitted stalker... hmmmmmm... what was that line from Aladdin about the Sultan being "an excellent judge of character?"
I've enjoyed "stalking" on your blog, though, too, you guys usually have interesting things to say and fun adventures to write about.
And still be able to look each other in real life without flinching, so that's something. :)
Boo, I am blogstalking YOU! And if I see you in public I will say hi:0)
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