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Today was not a good day, but it wasn't a bad day either. it was the kind of day i think in the end that i like the best.
Nothing really happened and i didn't do anything exciting, in fact i was bored most of it. i put a lot of thought into a lot of things
which for me is usually a dangerous past time, but one can't run from what they are forever, so i've learned to appreciate days like these.
I'm going to do a lot of writing now, a series of posts here. then i think i will write a certain someone an email.
this first post will be about my current train of thought.
I spend a lot of time online (as most of you are aware heh) i read a million little things written by a million diffrent people and later although i may remember the idea of what they said i forget the words completely and forget who it was that said them but everyonce in awhile i run across a set of words from someone and even if it may only be two paragraphs long i feel this strange connection to the person who wrote it, i dont know what it is and it dosnt happen very often (once or twice a year maybe) and with those people i may still forget their words but i never forget their name. usualy i see if i can find out a little more about them or more by them. and usualy i can. i will read what they have to say for awhile and think to myself; "you know this is someone i could get along with, someone i could be friends with." but then after i read more by them i realize that this person has no idea who i am. and although they have moved me in some strange way, i will never be anything to them. i could write them an email.. but for what? to let them know i think they're interesting? why should that person care what i have to say, and how can i; in one email show them as much of me as they have of themselves? I can't. i feel so fake. i will never be real to these people...
I've found one of these people today actually perhaps i will write them and say hello or perhaps ill be to much of a chicken.
Nothing really happened and i didn't do anything exciting, in fact i was bored most of it. i put a lot of thought into a lot of things
which for me is usually a dangerous past time, but one can't run from what they are forever, so i've learned to appreciate days like these.
I'm going to do a lot of writing now, a series of posts here. then i think i will write a certain someone an email.
this first post will be about my current train of thought.
I spend a lot of time online (as most of you are aware heh) i read a million little things written by a million diffrent people and later although i may remember the idea of what they said i forget the words completely and forget who it was that said them but everyonce in awhile i run across a set of words from someone and even if it may only be two paragraphs long i feel this strange connection to the person who wrote it, i dont know what it is and it dosnt happen very often (once or twice a year maybe) and with those people i may still forget their words but i never forget their name. usualy i see if i can find out a little more about them or more by them. and usualy i can. i will read what they have to say for awhile and think to myself; "you know this is someone i could get along with, someone i could be friends with." but then after i read more by them i realize that this person has no idea who i am. and although they have moved me in some strange way, i will never be anything to them. i could write them an email.. but for what? to let them know i think they're interesting? why should that person care what i have to say, and how can i; in one email show them as much of me as they have of themselves? I can't. i feel so fake. i will never be real to these people...
I've found one of these people today actually perhaps i will write them and say hello or perhaps ill be to much of a chicken.