Here’s an excerpt from the best conversation I had at work today. To set the scene, the subject had turned to (oh God) blogging:
Colleague 1: You’ve got a blog, haven’t you?
Me: Yes, I have.
Colleague 1: I thought so. I used to read you.
Colleague 2: So did I.
Me: Oh. Used?
I was consoled by the fact that, even when they were regular readers, they obviously never paid very close attention, or else they would have known about the characteristic paranoia, low self-confidence and the lack of self-esteem. If they had been aware of these traits, then I’m certain that they wouldn’t have dared say anything for fear that I might burst into tears right there in the middle of the office.
I did want to question them about why they were no longer reading, but obviously I would never have had the nerve to do that. So I gave them both a beatific smile and went on my way.
Of course, writing this entry has produced a small frisson of excitement at the thought that they might read it and realise, with a sense of abject horror, how cruel and heartless they were in simply dismissing me as being better back then than I am now.
Remind me that live audience feedback is a bad idea, won’t you?