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.
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It helps that my real name is shared by a number of somewhat famous people spread out over the US, so googling my real name yields nothing about me that so far I can find.
Search on Phil Plasma and you get everything that I have thus far been comfortable in sharing.
Phil,
Yeah, that's the best way to disappear. Be Dave Johnson. Needle in a needlestack.
My original name is pretty original, but my current name is relatively common, not sure which way that will fall out. But trying to locate high school friends, the women are about impossible because of this married naming convention.
For myself I'm very glad of the married naming convention, it's made me pretty much unfindable too - I've googled my unmarried name and there's no tracks. This is most of the source of my dislike of Facebook: there are good reasons why some people are in my past and are staying there.
Chief reason I'm not on Facebook, as Lucy said.
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