So, the other day I was home alone checking my blog to see if anyone has made any new comments when I noticed that I went from a “slithering reptile” to a “flappy bird” on Truth Laid Bear. This means that the number of people who link to me had increased. I was thrilled, especially since I had been a Slithering Reptile for a long time.
I checked out who was linking to me and noticed a couple of new websites, so I clicked on them.
One of them sent a chill through my spine.
The most recent entry, typed in red bold text, explained that this was the final entry in the blog since its author had died. She apparently drowned from flood from the hurricane and her body was found floating somewhere. Although it wasn’t mentioned, I presume that the writer of the last entry is a family member or something.
I briefly looked at her past entries, and she said that she was trapped in a basement and was worried that no one would find her. She mentioned something about water rising.
Some people commented on that last entry, wondering if it was real or some sick joke. I suppose it’s real since the link to that blog is now gone. I’m glad it’s gone. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I didn’t want to be attached to a dead woman’s blog. It sounds rather morbid.
I felt very uneasy afterwards and tried to get my mind off it. It was too surreal.
Often times, when we read other people’s blogs, we forget that there is a flesh and blood author behind those posts. Sure, we laugh, sympathize, or even argue with these authors but at the same time the person remains an anonymous entity, just one more person out there in the world. When horrific events occur, it shocks the reader back to reality, that this is a real person after all.
This wasn’t the first time I felt uneasy reading someone’s blog. A year ago I was reading a girl’s blog, and in most of her early posts she sounded so happy go lucky and was really funny. Then one day she mentions that she had been date raped the night before. Her subsequent posts were more serious and depressing. I couldn’t read her blog anymore after that.
Although in both situations I felt uneasy, I felt worse upon reading news of the dead blogger. It wasn’t just sad or unsettling. It was downright scary. I can’t explain it. Maybe it was because I was all alone the night I read it, or maybe it was because of the way the last entry was written. It just felt very uncomfortable and creepy.
Have any of you ever encountered a similar situation while reading other people’s blogs?
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I wouldn’t worry about being attached to a dead woman’s blog. Consider this: if someone’s house were flooding and water were rising in the basement, how would she have access to the internet and how would her computer be drawing power? If this person were in New Orleans or Mississippi, even if the outlet weren’t flooded, the power and phones were knocked out. Sure she could have been on a laptop with a battery, but how is she connecting to the internet?
I’d say that the end of that blog was just one big hoax.
A kid I know from church shot himself about a year ago. His final blog entry was something like:
“Today is a beautiful day. I’m going to do it. I’ll see you all in heaven (well most of you, heh-heh
)”
It was odd reading his last post knowing that it was probably the last thing he communicated to anyone.
yeah, no matter how fun the internet can be…it can also be a little creepy…
Toni, as you know, my nursing school has consumed nearly all of my life. I am always viewing things as a nurse-in-training! After my first semester in nursing, death lost its mobidity to me. I went through an intense grief period where I would grieve for the death of my patients. But now, perhaps I am just desensitized, but I accept death, however sudden and unexpected, to be a part of life.
People live and people die. It’s what we do. I am trying to pass onto you some wisdom, but apparently I’m not expressing it right. LOL.
But that lady… I mean, I don’t mean to belittle her death or last blog entry or whatever, but it seems that if she was trapped in such a flood… well, most people flee to the roof, not the basement. And how on earth did she get internet connection??? I’m kind of with Dave on that one, although I won’t make a decision until I have more info…
Oh wait. I got off topic. First off, congrats on becoming a Flappy Bird! I have seen you grow from a baby blogger to a famous one!
Secondly, I received an e-mail from a guy who says he’s trapped in his blog. It came to me back when the little tag I put on my blog page (the title) was “Help! I’m trapped in a blog!” He e-mailed me and asked, “Are you trapped in a blog too? You should read my blog.” I went to his blog, and it was written as though he was literally, physically trapped inside the window with his blog on it. Weird.
Dave- You’ve made some very good points. I did wonder about that myself- if she was trapped in her basement, how on earth did she get internet access? She kept mentioning something about two people who were supposed to come for her, but they never came. She did make several posts about being trapped and the water coming in, etc. Still, it was really creepy to see the last post in red bold text describing how her body was found floating somewhere. Oh, and she was supposedly pregnant.
Haemi- I’m not a Flappy Bird anymore since her blog link disappeared. I presume it was taken down by whoever wrote the last entry.
As far as death is concerned, I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately. I get depressed thinking that we’re all going to die someday. I truly hope that there really is something beyond this life, because I can’t accept that when I’m gone, that’s it.
Dead woman’s blog? My, that is morbid.
I was a bit concerned when I learned that Scott Peterson linked me to him!
Toni — I, too, have a problem (issue?) with the notion that when I die, I’ll just vanish. Sure, my body can die, but what about my thoughts and feelings? What happens to my soul? Surely the existence of my soul isn’t completely dependent on my physical form… it’s really mind boggling! It is the ultimate unknown, isn’t it?