Taking a breather...and non sequiturs
After several months of self-imposed isolation and antisocial behaviour, things blew up about 3 weeks ago. And since Friday last, it's been non-stop. Champagne in the office, opera in Covent Garden with Raq, singing Rat Pack songs and drinking blueberry martinis until dawn with Mimeks, Pravir and Sophie, tai chi sessions, picnics in the garden downstairs, local London design exhibitions, late night phone calls, re-learning my tennis forehand, arguing football with Rishab... The fatigue began to show on Wednesday when I couldn't understand a friggin' word Stella said to me (granted, she was speaking in German).
So this weekend I slow. But within an hour of returning home on Friday evening, I'm on my knees scrubbing the bathroom floor, indulging that sick sense of satisfaction from cleaning home. After a chat with Ivan, I realise how much I, we, everyone talk about relationships and London and money i.e how it's impossible to have a normal relationship in this city, how so many people are mesmerised by wealth (Christ, how people aspire here!), how this society is totally lacking in any sense of morality.
At this point I would loveto write something way more crass but I've recently discovered my identity has been compromised so I have the choice of 1) continuing with the current blog but in a semi-censored fashion; 2) discontinuing this blog and creating a new totally anonymous one outside of nomadlife; 3) stop writing blogs altogether.
So that last bit was my non sequitur. I blame it on corporate life (and partially to a posting on nomadlife that links my real name to this blog). Someone from my company has been accessing this blog. I have no idea if it is big brother or some nice individual. But I'll be damned if my corporate and private life mix. I've sold enough of myself to the company.
4 Comments:
i would advise you to identify yourself falsely on this blog as one of your coworkers, writing in [possessive pronoun] capacity as a [job title] for [company name] also post pictures of complete strangers and each time claim it is you and your family. finally you should write all of your posts in macaronic verse. this is how you can truly express yourself.
Jesse's on to something here; another alternative would be to write about yourself in third person, using your full name, that way every time your name gets googled you can assure that your blog will be the first item to appear. that's what I do.
Internet is a small place, eventually your identity will be discovered (recently found out my CEO reads my blog), so just be mindful of what you post, doesn't mean you have to give up blogging all together.
dont stop blogging. get a new name, new identity, new blog, new passport.... but let those of us who need to know, know
ditto what karan said..
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