“You googled my name, didn’t you?” I eyed him warily.
“Smart. But at least your name can be googled!”
He made it sound like being google-able qualified as an achievement of sorts – that I should have made a screenshot of the page and have it framed up on the wall.
Oh, I probably should also mention that the search engine came up with only one pathetic hit – and even that was nothing to be proud of, either. Shows just how well known I am. I would rather sweep it under the carpet.
Naturally, I googled his in return and snickered at the many results that carried his name – except that they were not all him, of course.
Well, I cannot lay claim that I also moonlight as a dentist practising in three clinics in Melbourne; or was a proud graduate of one of the Ivy League universities; or once had a stint as a movie extra acting alongside a floppy-haired British actor who speaks with a Texan drawl.
But it seems uncanny that there is someone who would actually bother to type my name into a search field – be it out of boredom or for curiosity’s sake. I suspect it is more of the former, though. Honestly, I cannot think of any reason for anyone to want to get to know me better.
Then again, I accepted it as “normal” for me to google others’ instead. I can go on a googling spree sometimes and who knows, those poor souls could probably be wondering the same thing, too. Why the hell would anyone want to resort to using a search engine to look up somebody? Cowardice, convenience, or curiosity?
I understand that some would rather utilise the magic of Google to get here – I reckon it is too troublesome to type out the long website address into the address bar, eh?
The response I got mostly concerns this: “Don’t know how to spell insaitiabldfyejs lah!”