I was just sort of bored and decided to do Image Google my first name to see if anyone interesting came up (my first name is fairly rare). Well I was greatly disappointed to learn that almost everyone I found with my first name is hideously ugly. And if they are even the slightest bit attractive they are marred with a unibrow.
So then I decided to Google my brother and sister (whose names are also weird and rare) in the hopes that they would also bring up ugly mono-browed people. I was surprised that an actual picture of my brother came up in the search so did a little digging and found references on him on a few web sites. Most of them are sort of random and not that exciting. One of his friends Myspace, another friends online photo album with a picture of them at graduation from college.
But then I found a really disturbing one. Apparently a friend/classmate of his committed suicide and left an online blog and suicide note. He apologized in the note to all his friends and loved ones and left people random intellectual properties. He left my brother something random that was either out of a schizophrenic delusion or maybe something special they shared. I had never heard of him so I thought possibly it wasn't really my brother. Even though the name is rare it is entirely possible there are others with his first and last name (less likely for my sister and I as we took our mothers maiden name) or that maybe it was some kind of weird online joke between he and his friends (they are sort of freaks as far as I can tell). But further digging and poking around showed that this guy graduated from the same college as my brother and that he was in fact dead and there was information about a memorial to him and he died in 2003.
Anyway the point of this story is DO NOT GOOGLE LOVED ONES. Now I feel kind of freaked out. Aside from the fact that I am a dirty driller I am wondering why my brother never mentioned this to me. And I always worry about my brother because he has sort of a dark personality and I think he may be an alcoholic. A part of me wants to mention it to him but I think I should leave it alone. But I'll always wonder about it.




















