Marching in March

[lobelia321]

Oh, and forgot to say that yes, I was at the London march yesterday.



lazulus txted me and turned out to be around ten feet away on the other side of the street. Real-life friends shook hands and looked interested.

"This is (tries desperately to remember Laz's civilian name)..."

"So, how did you two meet?"

(bravely) "Via the internet!"

"Oh. A chatroom or something?"

"Look at that interesting banner!"

Half an hour later:
"So where exactly on the internet did you meet?"

"We're not going down that road. You have your secret life, I have mine, nuff said."

It actually worked! Because heh, rl friend *does* have a secret life and probably doesn't know I know...

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[lazulus]

Ha! Have half a post written about this same thing!!

But I gather you didn't hear M say, "Oh! Like a dating thing?"

*howls with laughter*

I think we were all very subtle and discreet (apart from me using the L word once - out of hearing thankfully.) But as you said, we could always have told them that we met on a gardening list. ;)

It actually worked! Because heh, rl friend *does* have a secret life and probably doesn't know I know...

Really? Am intrigued... *giggles*

[badgermonkey.livejournal.com]

I've told people (BBB, my mum, random uni friends) about the existence of my Secret Online Life; I've even gone so far as to tell them about LJ (though obviously not my user name, or the things I do online - I usually mutter something about writing and that's it) and the odd thing is, people are so utterly incurious after the first 30 seconds that they stop asking questions. Sometimes (but rarely) I get "Oh, so what sort of things do you write?", to which I don't answer "Hmm, well, I slash everyone from Hetty Wainthropp to Clare Short" but just "Er, short stories" and nobody has ever even asked to read one.

People are so dull sometimes. They could find out such interesting things about me if they'd only ask at the right time ;)

The moral of this story is...I don't know. But there must be one.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

The moral is, people are much less interested in you than they are in themselves. This is actually not a useless or even depressing thing. I may take heart and just forge ahead. Bore them with blandness. It's true, their little minds might turn off. Especially folks who think the internet is bereft of libido. The very word might shut down their hearing.