And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
So, are you guys still out there, listening? I spent a lot of time on it and thought I'd get some comments from my China entry but I didn't. Maybe because I write so seldom, these days (but I write seldom partly because I don't get any comments!), or because some awkwardness makes me shy about reading many of your entries, and therefore commenting (so it's only fair).
To be honest, this netspace is so soaked with memories of things painfully lost and difficult to move on from, that most of the time I find it difficult to overcome the potential barrier to post. The work function is so vast. I worry about hurting people involved, somehow, sometimes. And the idea that anyone, anywhere (not just friends, confidants, and interesting strangers, but potentially everyone everywhere for all time) can read my [permanently] recorded thoughts and potentially use them against me some day has always worried me more than most of my online friends. I still write my thoughts as voluminously as I ever did, I just...worry about airing them in public.
That being said...there's so many things I want to tell you. So many. Do you want to hear them?
I want to write again.
To be honest, this netspace is so soaked with memories of things painfully lost and difficult to move on from, that most of the time I find it difficult to overcome the potential barrier to post. The work function is so vast. I worry about hurting people involved, somehow, sometimes. And the idea that anyone, anywhere (not just friends, confidants, and interesting strangers, but potentially everyone everywhere for all time) can read my [permanently] recorded thoughts and potentially use them against me some day has always worried me more than most of my online friends. I still write my thoughts as voluminously as I ever did, I just...worry about airing them in public.
That being said...there's so many things I want to tell you. So many. Do you want to hear them?
I want to write again.