When I first started up this blog, my friend Dom warned me to be careful what I wrote because it could come back to bite me in the ass. What he didn’t tell me was that it would happen so soon.
Only five months into this blogging thing, my words are already coming back to haunt me. Like when I was on the phone with my dad yesterday:
Dad: "What are you up to this weekend?"
Me: "Oh, not much. I just did four loads of laundry."
Dad: "So you didn’t go out and buy some new underwear instead?"
Me. "What? WHAT?"
Dad: "Well that’s what you wrote in your blog. That sometimes you’ll just go out and buy new underwear instead of doing your laundry."
Me: "You read my blog? But I wrote that a really long time ago."
Dad: "I went through your archives. Now I’m taking valium and anti-depressants to deal with it."
I’ve had a lot of these conversations lately. After my grandfather’s funeral last weekend, my aunt introduced me to a distant relative at the church. We shook hands and the first thing she said was, "I’m so glad I’m not 30 anymore."
I was a little confused, so she explained.
"Well, I read your blog and it just seems so full of angst. It just reminds me why I’m so glad to be in my 40s."
What? WHAT? Since when does having a blog give people permission to use my own words against me? No one warned me about this.
A couple of weeks ago at work, I noticed my lucky Tim Hortons mug was missing. Panicked, I ran around the office looking for it and found Jenny sitting at her desk, calmly sipping coffee out of my mug.
"I read your blog and you said that you like to have a cup of tea at 9:30 every morning so I knew I could get the Tim’s mug before then," she said.
When I first started this blog in October, I didn’t think anyone would really be that interested in what I had to say. I was mostly just looking for a way to pass the time since I was no longer going on seven-hour training rides and three-hour runs on the weekends. A blog seemed like a less taxing hobby than training for an Ironman.
Now I’m not so sure. I love the fact that people read what I write and I still get a little rush of excitement whenever someone posts a comment. But having people use my words against me is a little disconcerting.
I need to twist this to my advantage somehow. Maybe I should write about how I love dark chocolate and Tim Hortons gift certificates. Instead of having my mug disappear off my desk, maybe stacks of dark chocolate and gift certificates will start appearing.
Someone will tell me, "I read on your blog that you love dark chocolate and free money, so here you go."