Public enemy number ....

While I know that I chose to make this blog a public affair, and while I know I love connecting with fellow bloggers, I'm feeling a bit leery of anonymous visitors.  Actually, I'm more leery of anonymous followers via websites other than blogger.  It freaks me out when it appears that one of my own blog posts visited my own blog, so I have to follow the thread to see what other site is the source of that seemingly self visit.  Today, I ended up at a site called bloglovin dot com.  I had never heard of that site before today.  If you have, tell me all about it.  It looked to be a site that assembles lots and lots of blog links in one place.  Hmmm.  How do I feel about that?  I'm not sure, but since I couldn't find my own blog in their lineup of "popular" blogs (hey, no surprise or disappointment there), and because I actually like having referrals to blogs other people deem likeable, I figured what the hell, even though my first reaction was to bolt.  Bolt like a deer surprised by a noise while drinking from a babbling brook.  

This internal flight or fight reaction was instant, but I'm not sure why I felt it, since my blog is public, and most people who write supposedly also enjoy being read.  Let the wonder begin.  Hmm.  Am I embarrassed or defensive of my writing, my lack of worldly knowledge, my lack of blog direction, my everyday ways, my appearance, the things I intentionally and unintentionally reveal?  I think it may be because although I welcome strangers, former strangers and only three (yes 3) non strangers into this secret world of mine, I don't want anyone else in my non computer life knowing about this blog.  I love having somewhere to go to vent (in private) when I need to vent, and as we all know, we most often create vent-able situations with those whom we most often associate.  And, I love or at least like most of those people, and I would never wish to subject them to what should be private thoughts.  

I guess taking even the slightest chance of offending someone is one of the few ways I live dangerously.  The other is forcing myself to drive or ride through a metropolitan area.  I will force myself to do that, but I hate that bitchy danger.   Yep, I recently chose to risk my life in Atlanta.  As a reward, I had a few good meals here and there , one scrumptious burger from Vintage Pizzeria in Chamblee http://vintagepizzeria.com/chamblee, 5 pair of new shoes from DSW where "good shoes come to those who wait," and a new song for the hours upon hours which I do or do not spend at the gym .... drum roll please ... and wait ... wait for this song by this band (both of which I am a late learner and lover of -- but hey, better late than never):




If you like this song as much as I do, then perhaps you would like to hear it again by way of a completely different video ... I found it especially fun ... 




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