Before now, I haven't consider the level of internet "stalking" I do to be anything of a problem. As I've mentioned on here before, I've felt that information available to the public on the internet is fair game. We are all of us responsible for what we put out there for the world to see. For instance, I wouldn't care in the least about anyone googling me, because I keep a close eye on what is available under my name and what isn't. And, even when I write under an alias or psuedonym I tend to be careful. There is always a "what if" in the back of my mind.
Well, anyway, when I google my T's name all that ever comes up is her professional stuff and her facebook page. She doesn't have privacy settings activated on her facebook account, but it seems she mostly uses it for funny or inspirational quotes and the occasional political rant. Basically, there's nothing on there she wouldn't tell me in any case so while I frequently feel ridiculous for checking her fb, there hasn't been much or any guilt about it.
Also one time I found an article about her H, published by an organization he is active in. There was a little biographical information included in it, along with a couple pictures of the two of them. That was interesting to read, but again it didn't feel like a violation, because it was a public publication (is there some redundancy there, lol?)available online.
Well. . . so. . . yesterday I was missing her a lot. There is a hobby that we both share and I wondered if she had any web stuff up about it. So, I got a little more creative with my search terms to see what I could pull up and I found--
not what I was looking for.
I found a personal blog. Like, diary level personal. I can't believe she has this stuff on the internet. I can't believe she didn't use a fake name. And I. . .
Well, I read a little of it. Skimmed is more like it, but still, I spent more time there than seems right. Somewhat to my credit, I suppose, my conscious kicked in loudly enough to override my nosiness after a few minutes and I clicked away. Still I know beyond a doubt, in my very bones, that she would *not* have wanted me to do even the amount of reading that I did.
I feel sort of sickened now, by knowledge that was never meant for me. I really didn't want anything like this to happen. This was *not* what I was googling for, I hope you can all believe me. For those few minutes, though, it was fascinating to see this raw, emotional, honest side of my T. I can't even fully say I regret it because she seems more real to me now, and in a way that seems good. I idealize her too much and I think after this it will be easier to keep grounded, to be perfectly honest.
But. . . but. . . but. . . ugh. I feel sort of dirty and horrible. I am also turning over a new leaf. I am not doing ANY of this anymore. No more googling. No more facebook. And definitely no going to visit her blog ever again.
I will admit that part of me is more than a little annoyed at T for having this out there. I am mystified as to why she would do anything so apparently stupid. If she simply used fake names it wouldn't be findable or identifiable if it were found. Why the heck didn't she? Maybe she assumes it is well enough hidden and decided to go for it, just because? Sometimes I take stupid risks for no reason as well (not usually related to internet privacy however). Maybe we all have self defeating instincts that come out in weird ways.
Sigh. I just feel so dreadful, though. T is so good to me-- generous, kind, she really cares, tries hard, and means well. This kind of violation feels like a shitty way to repay her.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
HIC