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Paranoia, thy name is Livejournal.
Jun. 23rd, 2004 01:46 pmA couple of weeks ago, I was surfing about LJ whilst bored and ended up on the calendar page of someone who has me friended. It was there I noticed they'd recently posted something I could read.
Naturally, paranoia instantly reared it's head. What were they saying? Were they talking about me? What don't you want me to know?
Of course the truth is probably a little more tawdry. My most recent limited access posts have been about getting up groups to go clubbing and the like and so they've been aimed at specific people, but there is a delightful frisson of uncertainty to see that people are posting stuff one can't read. I know that people use their LJs as personal diaries and as aide memoires and the like, but then again those posts could be anything. Perhaps people don't trust me, or they're saying I smell.
Ah, paranoia. Isn't it thrilling?
Naturally, paranoia instantly reared it's head. What were they saying? Were they talking about me? What don't you want me to know?
Of course the truth is probably a little more tawdry. My most recent limited access posts have been about getting up groups to go clubbing and the like and so they've been aimed at specific people, but there is a delightful frisson of uncertainty to see that people are posting stuff one can't read. I know that people use their LJs as personal diaries and as aide memoires and the like, but then again those posts could be anything. Perhaps people don't trust me, or they're saying I smell.
Ah, paranoia. Isn't it thrilling?
