Little Voices in My Head

I was in Food Lion innocently purchasing some bread and cream horns for my fam the other day, standing at the check out line, and something weird happened. The woman immediately preceding me in said process was laughing her ass off at something. I have no idea what was so funny, but she was having a grand old time. I got a little chuckle watching her enjoy what was obviously a moment of hilarity to her, and as she walked away, I asked the checkout gal what was so funny. The checkout gal stated that she had no idea, the lady had walked up there laughing that hard. So I said, “Maybe one of the ‘Little Voices in Her Head’ said something hilarious and she chose not to share with the rest of us in the ‘outside’ world?”. The checkout gal laughed, but the guy standing BEHIND me snapped his fingers, pointed at me, and said, “Did you just say ‘Little Voices?’ Are you Carissa?” (actually, he pronounced it car-eye-sah, but I didn’t correct him) I kinda backed up, and said “Yeeaaahh…” He gave me this ‘hey, not a stalker!’ look, and continued. “I thought I recognized you from your website picture. I read your blogs. Well, actually, my ex-girlfriend got me on them. She like, went to high-school a couple years ahead of you or something, but I’m still reading them because you’re funny. I don’t think Leroy would like me much.”

I was flabbergasted. That means that not only did he see my MySpace page *where the pictures are* but followed the cross links to LittleVoices. Dayum. I thought only my friends and the occasional web clicker wasting time did that. I mean, sure, I get email from randoms, but I never thought I’d actually meet someone out IRL that visited on the regular. Talk about humbling. I’ve never dealt with public recognition well though. When I was in my younger days, I was a performer. After performances, I would often have quite a few hours of smiling and thank-youing to do with people, or would get approached in school, out in town, etc; and I was NEVER any good at it. Obviously, as this encounter has taught me, I have not improved in this skill with time…

I’m pretty sure I thanked him profusely for reading…and blushed a lot…but I didn’t get his NAME! GAH! I’m such a goober! What kind of crap-ass blogger with a ‘fan’ am I? I can’t even THANK the guy here in bloggy form properly because I didn’t get his name. I am SOO sorry nice-fan-guy-in-Food Lion  (or NFGIFL). Please, send me an email, or comment, tell me your name, and I promise to not only thank you properly, but laud your name for being my first ever blog based public fan encounter. *and I’m still blushing profusely*