The most LJ-ish post ever made, and bleeding hearts
My legs are sweaty. My legs are sweaty and sticking my my chair. Oh F this noise. See, this is what I get for wearing a skirt.
Speaking of my skirt, I really need to learn how to get out of a car properly if you know what I mean. After years of wearing pants all year every year... you forget. Nobody wants to see an eyeful of Alnora's crotch. All people within a 10-yard radius would probably vomit.
With my limited vocabulary this might be hard to understand, but I'll try me best. For 10 years online I've hid under the cover of pseudonym, saying the name was the other me. Is that true? Is it the other me, or the real me? Does this unanimity I have online show who I really am and the way I act "in real life" just a shadow? If so, it adds another sad layer to my sad existence. Or is it just that - a voice without a face, being the opposite of what I am adding some excitement to that sad existence.
Why can't these "opposites" co-exist? Why can't I be more adventurous? I'm a stranger to most people when I'm in public, so why does my physically being there change anything? Why can't I have a balance of the rudeness I showcase online and the modesty and shyness I show in person? Is it THAT difficult to do? We do share one common element though, which is being stubborn. I hate everything no matter where I am. I'm not sure what it is... being on the internet shows who you really are, or just exaggerating what you already are or if there's REALLY a difference between the two.
Every different avatar or pseudonym I've taken over the years encased me at a certain phase in my life, though it doesn't seem like I've changed much. I've been Alnora for quite a few years; I've become it. Do you suppose it's time to move on? I've always identified myself as this, this name. I can't erase it, I just think it's time for fresh air; I'm alive, but there could be so much better. After 7 years of stagnant air I deserve to break down the door. There are some things about me that can never be changed... I just have to learn to live with them instead of fight.
Planted these in the front yard. They've taken to the soil really quick, but that doesn't mean they'll live long. The soil there is pretty lousy and there's a tree close by, so when there is soil there's roots not too far under. And they need plenty of shade, which ain't there. But there's worms so I guess it can't be all that bad. Go worms go.
Speaking of my skirt, I really need to learn how to get out of a car properly if you know what I mean. After years of wearing pants all year every year... you forget. Nobody wants to see an eyeful of Alnora's crotch. All people within a 10-yard radius would probably vomit.
With my limited vocabulary this might be hard to understand, but I'll try me best. For 10 years online I've hid under the cover of pseudonym, saying the name was the other me. Is that true? Is it the other me, or the real me? Does this unanimity I have online show who I really am and the way I act "in real life" just a shadow? If so, it adds another sad layer to my sad existence. Or is it just that - a voice without a face, being the opposite of what I am adding some excitement to that sad existence.
Why can't these "opposites" co-exist? Why can't I be more adventurous? I'm a stranger to most people when I'm in public, so why does my physically being there change anything? Why can't I have a balance of the rudeness I showcase online and the modesty and shyness I show in person? Is it THAT difficult to do? We do share one common element though, which is being stubborn. I hate everything no matter where I am. I'm not sure what it is... being on the internet shows who you really are, or just exaggerating what you already are or if there's REALLY a difference between the two.
Every different avatar or pseudonym I've taken over the years encased me at a certain phase in my life, though it doesn't seem like I've changed much. I've been Alnora for quite a few years; I've become it. Do you suppose it's time to move on? I've always identified myself as this, this name. I can't erase it, I just think it's time for fresh air; I'm alive, but there could be so much better. After 7 years of stagnant air I deserve to break down the door. There are some things about me that can never be changed... I just have to learn to live with them instead of fight.
Planted these in the front yard. They've taken to the soil really quick, but that doesn't mean they'll live long. The soil there is pretty lousy and there's a tree close by, so when there is soil there's roots not too far under. And they need plenty of shade, which ain't there. But there's worms so I guess it can't be all that bad. Go worms go.