I saw Chris Clemens

At the bus stop. On Saturday. I recognized his symbols tattooed on his leg. Plus I've seen pictures on people's personal record keeping pages (blogs) and the like. It was weird. My first instinct was of course to walk up and introduce myself. Then the rational, fearful half of my brain changed my mind. It might be awkward crossing the line between semi-anonymous blogreading and face-to-face interactions (aside from my near-paranoia about meeting new people). What if I made an ass of myself. What if this person, whom I think is interesting thinks I'm boring. Or worse, what if I am boring and I've only been needing confirmation. What would I say anyway, other than "hi, you don't know me, but I read your blog"? Would I have to talk about Shetland ponies (of which I know very little, aside from the fact that they are frequently used as kiddie-go-rounds)? So I held my tongue and sat in my seat and the moment passed.

But really, it makes me think; what a strange world. (Or it could just be me)