You’re actually reading this?

I was recently told that a friend had “found” my blog and was reading it all in chronological order. Between Posterous and my old imported Tumblr blog that’s 2 years or more of “Steve’s Stuff.” For some reason that struck me in a way that felt a little anxious. It just felt, for lack of a more precise term, “scary”.

It’s not that my blog has ever contained any great secrets. It’s always been a random collection of posts from infographics, cars, gadget stuff, photos of sunsets, horses and Pepper, and the occasional written diatribe. It’s poorly tagged. It’s badly syndicated across Facebook and Twitter. It’s hardly a blog by any serious definition. It’s the thing I do waiting on airplanes or killing time between meetings.

Because of that syndication, lots of friends have “read” the blog in chunks. It’s my brain served up as McNuggets: preprocessed, deep fried and best eaten warm before you have time to think where it came from. I’d never thought about what it would or wouldn’t say about me if someone took the last few years of blog posts and read them as a whole meal. All those McNuggets, served up cold and without sauce may just be too much for a weak stomach.

I guess I’m worried I’m going to give them indigestion of the brain.