Yes, I oogle* myself, frequently. And those I most wish to leave behind. Keep one's friends close... etc. I want to know how easy, or difficult I am to find. If you have my correct, or original name, you can pay about $20 and get my address and phone. So, if my kin decides they need to reach me, I can be reached. Knowing how stingy they are, it will have to be for something important. If at all. This is a great comfort to me. The ex won't do it, I know that much. And he doesn't know my current, shared-with-D-last name. No way for him to know it.
I want to keep tabs on those I wish not to find me. I've had some odd success, there. My brother won a contest on a local (for him) radio station.
Otherwise, I am pretty much unfindable. I like this. On the other hand, my blog name brings up my blog first. Then a series of unrelated links and people. Which also works.
I long fantasized about escaping, going lost, running away. An old desire, to disappear in the eyes of those who had too much to say in my life. It has occurred, almost without effort. I could be found, but not for those without rudimentary internet search skills. Anyone I prefer not to find me probably lacks these.
Once I dreamed of taking off, abandoning my name and connections. Escape and vanish. Until I met D, this was a constant in my life, this desire to escape. From early childhood, all I wanted to do was obliterate my existence. A difficult habit to break, that urge for oblivion. Now, I only want not to exist for my kith.
D and Moby are my home, and that is where I escape TO.
* add initial G.