I was just doing my rounds in WestCo and was talking to a dude, and he asked if I were going to post on this year’s freshman listserv, too. I made an offhand comment about how “Heh, I still post on collegeconfidential.” And then he said, “Yeah, I heard” (with the real life equivalent of a 
, without actually sticking your tongue out).
This suddenly hit me as incredibly strange. Like, what? He heard from someone that I still post on collegeconfidential? This is someone I don’t know very well, and he had a conversation in which I was mentioned. I don’t even think about friends discussing me, when I’m not around. Since my own perception feels so concretely like the only reality that exists, it seems incredibly strange that *I* as a concept exist outside of my own perceptions–in realities that are entirely made up of other people’s perceptions.
I don’t know what I’m getting at. I guess all I’m trying to say is–existence is pretty weird!
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Existence is pretty weird.
It’s always weird to run into a situation that forces you to realize that other people do talk about you. What are they saying? And is their perception of you any more valid than your own perception of yourself? What if they’re complete opposites?
Image management!
P.S. I meant “you” in the third-person, “one” kinda way. I’m not talking only about you, Mad. lol.
It’s always a little weird when I get evidence that people talk about me when I’m not around. It’s especially weird when people you’re not friends with, like this kid, do it. But we do enough talking about random people that I guess it should seem normal to us… very strange.