farewell my ninja

Sometimes people say things that suggest that they magikally know more about me than I think they do. My first reaction to that is:

This is creepy.

Now, at second consideration, there has to be some sort of non-magikal explanation of sorts. (i am good at this sort of careful after-thought analysis, because i second guess myself maybe 63% of the time.) Also i am an engineer, and at work explanations that involve magik are typically frowned upon. BUT, i am also very non-observant sometimes, and i have a horrible memory. Thus my conclusion must be...i am not as sneaky as i think i am.

i probably mention things to people and then forget that i told anybody. Even though i have the idea in my head that i am fairly stealthy and/or discrete, i am actually not.

i think my theory is supported by instances from my teenager-hood, when i always thought that i was tricky but then my parents bascially knew what was going on the whole time. What a blow to my ego.

A second theory would be that people are just more interested in the sundries of my life than i know. This theory is poo, so we'll dismiss it.

Either way, this destroys my aspirations of being a professional ninja. Not the killing kind. Definitely not the facebook kind. The information-gathering kind. i could collect information and sell it. In this age, i would probably have to invent a clever way to organize and control the info as well, since these days information management = power. ANYWAYS. i would probably not even get to wear a ninja outfit--that's not a very stealthy way to get around these days.