late night chat; six months
it's a wonder i can think straight. i was up late last night, partly because i couldn't sleep, but also because i was on the phone with my sister. i guess that's what happens when there's a three hour time difference. we talked about a bunch of stuff including dad. she's flying in from the west coast this coming sunday for a week ....and will only incidentally be here for mother's day and my birthday.
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other stuff: saturday was my six month anniversary on diaryland! i came here in november as an experiment. i wanted to use this as a space for personal growth & development, a blank, anonymous space to explore my thoughts. i also wanted to practice some html. never did i imagine i'd "meet" the people i have met here, or get to "know" them through their writing (and vice versa)....my first time connecting with others in a virtual cyberspace way. not a bad thing. but certainly a paradigm shift.
i saw my earliest entries as mere spouting or venting into my own corner of cyberspace. if anyone bothered to read, they were nameless, faceless strangers and i was a mere screen username to them. now though, i am more aware that there are people out there, and sometimes i censor. and i'm sure i'm not the only one who does it from time to time.
as time went on, i discovered how hard it is to remain completely anonymous in a space like this....unless your diary is like this one called perceptions i've seen a couple of times. it's literally a gray box with words inside...no profile, no buddies, but literally thousands of readers. i don't know if that guy is for real, but if he is, it's interesting what i happened to read last week where he wrote about something he'd held back for a while...interesting that he thought he couldn't write about some things despite the fact that nothing about his diary identifies him in real life.
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finally, speaking of the above, i'm glad people had fun with my little quiz last week. :)
more thoughts later as they happen...
