Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The Blog has been Compromised

It appears that I have been infiltrated. I had recently noticed that someone from a nearby city has been going to my site and leaving a lot of anonymous comments. I have been a little curious as to who it was, but I didn't think anything of it. However, it wasn't until this afternoon that I learn that it was Jimmy Neutron. Or should I actually use his real name and the actual city to where he lives since this is not anonymous to him I shouldn't be back in return. I think I am still in shock over his admitting to reading the blog. And I did have a panic attack at my desk. I was literally sitting here, getting short of breath and tears were rolling down my face.

I don't know why I got so upset. I am not sorry I wrote anything in it. But I feel like I have been exposed and left vulnerable for people him to use anything I wrote in her against me. I don't mind all my online readers reading it. But when it hits too close to home, I feel my privacy has rolled out the window and I will be under attack. For the past 30 minutes, I haven't done any work. I have been online yelling at him about how he should have been straight up with me about it and not left comments on the post and worse, commented about himself. There was one comment where he asked "What about Jimmy Neutron?" I thought it was weird that reader was asking about him because no one else who read the blog thought he was cool from what I wrote. But now it all makes sense! HE COMMENTED ABOUT HIMSELF!!!

I called my roommate and told her that I was freaking out and having a panick attack. She helped me calm down a little. She also reminded me that she and I would totally do the same thing. And she is right. If I were to find someone's blog that was about me, I would have read it too. But I wouldn't have commented about it.

Here's the convo if you want to read it.

Jimmy Neutron: what would you say if i knew where your blog was located
Me:: are you the person from renton whose reading it?!
JN: lol
ME: why are u reading it?
JN: i was surprise i found it. dont know
Me: i cant really talk to you anymore. you know that, right? i would just feel really awkward still talking to you knowing you read my blog. it's supposed to be anonymous for a reason and now i know it was you who left me comments
if i asked you to stop reading it, would you?
JN: sure
Me: and this is an anonymous thing so trying to figure out who ppl are is probably not the best thing to do
b/c i dont need others to find out what i write
JN: i know dont worry it will be anonymous
Me: um obviously not!!
JN: funny thing is people at work call me jimmy neutron lol

That was not the joking time for me. I was kinda livid at this point.

Me: ok stop talking about it! wait, why did you comment acting like you actually cared
like was it fun to you or something?
JN: cuz i actually did
Me: then why did you keep reading it
JN: because it was actually good reading
Me: if you knew it was me, why not just ask me about it
JN: i wasnt ready to come fourth yet
Me: and even if i ask you not to read it, i know you still will
JN: didnt know how you would react
Me: so you kept it a secret longer
JN: i dont know
Me: i would appreciate it if you didn't read it anymore. but its not like i can stop you from doing it
b/c i guess it's "good reading"
it wouldnt have been as big of a deal if you would have told me
JN:: now your mad, and im sorry
Me: but the fact that you kept reading it and then commented knowing that i wrote about you
yeah, i am really pissed. how were you expecting me act?
JN: i dont know like maybe wtf how or something
Me: how
JN: i searched on google [edited]
Me: so were you searching for it all along?!
JN: no i was bored one day
Me: ive even wanted to talk to you so i called and stuff, but im just confused as to why you read my blog but not even want to call me back
JN: well i just been having really bad migraines. i havent been to work. just lounging around
Me: you even asked about yourself in a comment
JN: yeah
Me: why?
JN: curious
Me: im like almost in tears at work
JN: why?
Me: b/c i cant yell at work. and i feel really vulnerable and exposed. cause you literally have me in tears
JN: i didnt intend to
Me: and all you have to say is i dont know
JN: to make you cry. i guess i wanted to know what you really thought about me. or something i dont know. but dont worry your secret is safe with me im not going to comment or come to it anyone or mention it to anyone

He better not! I don't want another security breach.

7 comments:

twentysomethingandclueless said...

That's so shitty of him!! I'm sorry hon. :(

Jack said...

Yeah really, that's seriously shitty. I'm sure he had no ill intentions but it just shows total cluelessness to read someone's private thoughts and leave anonymous comments and just act all stalkerish.

So@24 said...

"I thought it was weird that reader was asking about him because no one else who read the blog thought he was cool from what I wrote."

HAHHAAHHAHAHAHA. Brilliant.

Dude, he didn't get pissed that you refer to him as a Nickelodeon character with a huge dome???

dater x said...

twenty: thanks girl. i told him over the phone again that i don't want him reading it.

jack: it just proves how staulkery it was. ewww!

so@24: he kept joking about hos it was funny that i called him that in the blog when his co-workers call him that. so i guess the name jimmy neutron didn't bother him.

CunningLinguist said...

I love the anonymity of what we do as well as everyone else, but you need to take steps to protect it. Google is a bugger. This guy obviously knew you had a blog-problem 1. Two, it looks like you have verbatim quotes in the article. I paraphrase mine so that if anyone gets really smart...google still won't help them.

And I can't believe he was laughing after you wrote about his back-ne ;)

Trixie Firecracker said...

Grossness!

dater x said...

cunning: google is a fucker sometimes. i actually try to paraphrase a lot of what i write, but still keep the convos. but i am trying to be a little careful.

trixie: i know, right!!

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