William Reardon’s Blog

At first, as more & more of your friends blog, you start to think it’s pretty cool. Cool that you can stay up with what’s the latest with them, cool you can hear about random tidbits, cool you hear about funny stories. Cool.

That is, until you do some incredibly embarrassing.

Embarrassing, but admittedly funny.

The kind of story that you know will come out a year or so latter, at a camping trip or what not, everyone around the fire, the Johnny Walker wisdom running high… that’s to be expected.

Which is fine. Enough time has passed to overcome your embarrassment and it’s unlikely to go beyond that small group of people. People you would presuppose to call friends, but if they where really friends these bastards wouldn’t be telling people this shit. But I digress.

So when this or these embarrassing-but-funny event or events happen, you’re left to silently hope & pray that they don’t blog about it. Of course, you can’t ask or tell them not to do that. That’s asking for it.

So you silently hope, a hope shortly shattered as the suddenly realize how funny a blog post would be. For your shame to be public. On the Internet. For the world to see.

And glee fills their black little hearts.

Then you know you’re screwed.

Then you’re left to wait.

Wait, wonder and watch, checking their blogs, to see if your shame will be exposed for all of the Internet to see.

Welcome to my Friday.

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