oh, internet, you tricksy trickster!
I got a comment from someone who I didn't know. Now, for most of you, I know that's not a strange experience. You all have like forty-hundred friends, and people seek you out because you are talented and smart and your fic or vids or art is all over the internet, making you famous.
Me, on the other hand--I have like 2.6 lj friends, possibly fewer. So I just assume no one is reading these. I assume they're just my little messages-in-a-bottle thrown out to the whims of the oceanic universe. Of course, I secretly imagine everyone reading my entries, and all the profound thoughts they think (inspired by me!), and then just forgetting to ever comment because they're too busy exploring new vistas of enlightenment or whatever. . . I mean, one imagines all sorts of things when speaking to an invisible audience.
But, so, one of my posts got picked up by
dotcoms_refresh, probably because it contained the words "meta" and "bandom," and someone, because of the provocative and (possibly slightly) misleading title, felt like clicking on the link, and the rest is history, and me with my starry eyes.
Which is cool. I mean, I write because I want to share my thoughts with people. And also, those communities are right when they say "you posted it as public, dude." I just don't always remember what public means in a place like internet-land. But that's why I'm here--to share my thoughts with the public, because it means so much to me to read the thoughts that so many other anonymous people like me offer up to the online universe.
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And also, secretly, there's the little sting of being misjudged. I mean, if you want to read something of mine, read the post on jouissance, for heaven's sake! It's way more inspiring than the one about me getting my heart broken by silly Pete Wentz and Mikey Way--who didn't even know they were doing it and thus can't actually be blamed. Better yet, read Nightswimming! Or tell me what stories you've read that have blown your heart wide open, even if you felt dumb after it wore off.
Me, on the other hand--I have like 2.6 lj friends, possibly fewer. So I just assume no one is reading these. I assume they're just my little messages-in-a-bottle thrown out to the whims of the oceanic universe. Of course, I secretly imagine everyone reading my entries, and all the profound thoughts they think (inspired by me!), and then just forgetting to ever comment because they're too busy exploring new vistas of enlightenment or whatever. . . I mean, one imagines all sorts of things when speaking to an invisible audience.
But, so, one of my posts got picked up by
dotcoms_refresh, probably because it contained the words "meta" and "bandom," and someone, because of the provocative and (possibly slightly) misleading title, felt like clicking on the link, and the rest is history, and me with my starry eyes.
Which is cool. I mean, I write because I want to share my thoughts with people. And also, those communities are right when they say "you posted it as public, dude." I just don't always remember what public means in a place like internet-land. But that's why I'm here--to share my thoughts with the public, because it means so much to me to read the thoughts that so many other anonymous people like me offer up to the online universe.
* * *
And also, secretly, there's the little sting of being misjudged. I mean, if you want to read something of mine, read the post on jouissance, for heaven's sake! It's way more inspiring than the one about me getting my heart broken by silly Pete Wentz and Mikey Way--who didn't even know they were doing it and thus can't actually be blamed. Better yet, read Nightswimming! Or tell me what stories you've read that have blown your heart wide open, even if you felt dumb after it wore off.