Oct 07, 2008 22:51
I have a sinister desire to run far far away from...an unknown quantity. I have such a small group of friends currently, most of my Livejournal peers nothing except blurred memories. In fact, several I haven't seen in a couple of years, and the last time I saw most of you, the encounter was a bit...chilly. Stiff, formal if you will. And that's really not anyone's fault, because in some ways a number of us are friends of circumstance, that circumstance being a small high school. Additionally, we're all, all changed by the dense, mangling years of post HS; the resisted adoption of responsibility.
But that means I can play at being a stranger to you. A stranger with a snapshot of your past. When I address the pulsing masses of the internet, the words are intended for your ears alone. An author, no matter how amateur, should know his/her audience. So how lucky am I? I do.
But our newly declared stranger-hood will allow me to be more truthful about my thoughts workings, because it's hard to be totally honest with people you know. Isn't it easier to unload on a sympathetic stranger? You've done it. A connected past dulls the tongue, rewords or omits our original script.
And ultimately, be honest with someone else is the easiest way of being honest with yourself, which I find hard to muster most times. You're all disowned so that I might own myself. It's been a long time since we last spoke, so I know you're not bitter.
Hey strangers.
Corny already.