Google Search

There comes a point in everyone’s lives, or at least there came a point in mine, where we take the time to do something very silly… we Google ourselves.

Now if in this moment of your life you find yourself a local celebrity or a nationwide phenomenon, then your journey may go a little different than mine.  But for me, I found out things about myself I can safely say I never knew.

I knew I had a Facebook page.  I knew who I was friends with.  And I knew that you too can join Facebook and connect with me.

What I didn’t know is that I apparently also have a Law Library in my name at the West Virginia University College of Law.   And apparently we house more than 300,000 volumes.   Well, good for us.

Apparently I’ve also died.   Twice.   Once in February of 2009 and again in February of 2010.   My cause of death wasn’t listed, but both times it was in the state of Florida, so I’m assuming I was quite old, or had a job dressing up as Donald at Walt Disney World.  I’m also planning to lock myself in a room and never leave come February 2011.

In other Actual ME news over on Page 2, or the Double O as I like to call it, I remembered I had a MySpace Page.  My tagline is still an old Smith’s quote that has laid out there for years like an abandoned cat searching the night streets to find its way home.  Sorry Little Buddy, we’ve got a cute new Facebook to play with now.

But back to the Other Me’s.

I’ve got 2 different phone numbers listed under Yellow Pages, neither of which are very likely to ever reach me.  But hey, feel free to try anyway.

In 2009 it seems I was very passionate in my blogging to “Block the Vote!”  I’m not really sure what I didn’t want you to vote for, or quite why, but hopefully I succeeded.

There’s a YouTube video of me catching a 35-yard TD pass at Gardena Sierra High School in June of 2010.  So what if I was 26 at the time, and apparently in the video I’m an African-American, that’s still an impressive play.

The connections get a little looser as we add more O’s to the pages.  Suddenly my first name isn’t the same, my name becomes my profession, and I died two or three more times.

God bless Facebook, I guess.  It’s nice to have at least one result that actually IS me.

Maybe this all means I’m not doing nearly enough with my life.  Maybe this means I haven’t made a big enough impact.

Or maybe I shouldn’t take the time to worry about how much OTHER people need to know about me, and just focus on what I already know about myself.  The kind of things that don’t show up in a Google Search.

But where’s the fun in that?

Hmm… Google Search: B O R E D O M.