Alter-Ego?

There's this guy who is the boyfriend of my friend at work. Once a week or so I'll check to see if he has written in his blog. He's an interesting person to me because I relate to him in certain ways, even though a comparison on paper would portray us as quite different. It's very weird, even uncomfortable, to have this kind of one way relationship with someone -- sometimes I feel like I'm spying on this fellow even though he's the one sharing his thoughts.

We interrupt this introspection with a tangential observation: By this site linking to his sight it will cause his sight to rise further in the Google rankings, which apparently worries him.

Anyway, before I went to college, I was into music and could play several instruments, but for some reason didn't pursue it to the next level. None the less, I still enjoy reading or hearing about people in the music profession, sometimes more so then listening to the music they play. I also wish I had the balls to not have a job, but I just freak the instant I imagine myself without a job or a steady paycheck. I wish I didn't, but something has been ingrained in me, not a sense of responsibilty, but close, that makes me need a job. The point of all this inane babbling is that I could have been Jim Batcho. I had all the prerequisites, but for some reason, a butterfly flapped its wings in Peru or Venus wasn't quite in alignment, and the track junction switched to a different path. It's not that I wish (or don't wish) I was this guy, but it's odd to read about someone who has the same primordial ooze in his blood.

For the record, I've never met him, and it would funny if he's the total opposite of me in reality and everything I'm thinking is total bullshit. I think "What the fuck?" sums it up, there's no way to tell from reading a blog.

P.S. I am convinced that Jim Batcho is a fictional name. I've been told it's not but I don't care what anyone says.