Day 168: Readership

As if trying to top his opening Monday morning remark from last week, Favorite Student greeted my sleepy ass with an enthusiastic, "Oh, hey, Chelsea! I read your blog this weekend!"

And just like that, I was suddenly wide awake.

What!?!

"Really?" I laughed, hoping he was joking. I had written the name of my blog on the board like my first or second week at the school in early September. Certainly by now everybody in that class had forgotten about it, or, at least, had lost the piece of scratch paper they'd written the name down on. Right??

"Yeah! Well, only the one entry. But, I'm glad I'm your favorite student!"

Awww... Muffins. >_<

Up until Saturday I had honestly, honestly, HONESTLY thought only my parents, and occasionally my roommate, read my blog. Sure, that wouldn't account for the 3,500 views it has from all over the world, but I just figured those extra views were accidental clicks from Google searches gone awry. I just never thought I was that interesting nor important to other people to take time out of their busy Facebook, Twitter and Instagram lives to meander over to my blog to read my sometimes prolific and occasionally rambling entries. No - no way.

But Favorite Student was not the first in the past few days to inform me of his readership. While at New Brazilian Friend's place, he had been showing me something on his tablet when my blog address popped up in recently viewed pages.

Um, excuse me? Sure, I'd told him about my blog, but never had I given him the address or anything. It was super adorable when L read my blog every day last summer, but she's a girl and that's way different. At least to me. Girls can know my thoughts. Boys? I prefer they didn't sometimes. Haha. It was cute he'd looked at it, but it freaked me out a tiny bit, too! Ha. :)

Back to Favorite Student, though...

*facepalm*

That about sums it up.

My roomies and my mom told me of course people read it and I should be careful what I write because it is out there for everyone to read. It's not like I'm writing secrets on a public thing that I don't want people to know or anything (in fact, I have a separate secret, password protected blog for that)... It's just a little embarrassing to realize the people I'm gushing about are reading what I'm writing about them... Sheesh!

But I'm not going to change how I write and keep my blog over it. Either it was a one time thing and those two will never even read it again, or they will, and will thus continue to quote small parts of it verbatim to me like they have and make me feel the itsy bitsiest "vergonzosa" but flattered.

XOXO