On googling oneself.

So, every once in a while I do this - don't we all?  Happily, nothing relevant to the real me ever turns up.  I like being an enigma wrapped in a sausage roll disguised as a wonton etc.

However, should an old school mate or boyfriend or ex-serial best friend have an odd moment of boredom and decide to reciprocate the time-sucking wee hours I've spent googling their names, there would be several entries that would, at first glance, render their search for the real me fruitful.  It would seem that there are at least two other K______ S____s out there and not only do we share a name, but these doppelganger bitches stole my interests and went and made careers out of them!

Cases in point:

K______ S____ won a silver medal at the 2004 Roller Figure Skating World Championships by finishing in second place in the women's inline figure skating competition.

I was one of those kids who hit the roller rink well past the time it was cool to do so.  My ex-speed team buddies might scratch their heads as to why I'd traded in my spandex racing uniform and quads for a sparkly ruffled figure skating dress and inline skates (the horror!), but it wouldn't be a tremendous leap of the imagination.  Although that part about second place might give them pause.  I was (and still am!) a winner.

K______ S____, a grasslands ecologist who works for Forest Guardians, says the organization has filed suits asking that cattle grazing on federal lands be "conducted in a responsible manner."

In addition to my truly dorktastic choice of a sport, I was also a member of my high school's Ecology Club.  It wasn't all about the camping trips and canoeing, I love picking up rocks and you know I'm a closet birdwatcher (did you need any more proof that I'm really a 68 year old woman?).

While I'm glad the real me doesn't show up on Google, I'm secretly hoping those who knew me then, think I am now protecting the nation's grasslands from reckless ranchers.  It could have happened.  Who says it didn't?

Comments

[water]

I don't have the luxury of anonymity - or namesakes as alibis. When you Google me, you get me. Or you find out why my blog is called The Waterhole. I wish I'd thought about that before I started plastering my name all over the web, making stupid comments left, right and centre. I was just thinking about it today, how much better my writing would be if I were anonymous (or didn't have a psycho ex). But anyone with half a brain can track me down so I feel like I have to keep it clean and respectable. Damn Google. The stories I could tell...

[Rebecca H.]

You are apparently also a bass player. Rockin'. Though I did find out how much your bought your last home for and also your old phone number.

My name is a quite common one, so in using google I had to go to the 10th page of hits before I found something that pointed to me. The name that I've used as a user name in several different fora is also a hard one to trace.