Thank you captain Dramatic!

I'm overly dramatic here, sometimes, I guess. It bothers me, or it did two seconds ago. Now, I just don't care what anyone else thinks. My blog is a place I can unload, create, and generally have a cathartic experience.

Lately, I've been wondering about my faces again. It seems so easy to be who I want to be here, online, using the words that shoot through my mind. I'm always afraid if I speak as I was taught, someone will look at me with a blankness in their eyes and say "Whadjoo say?"

I'm not trying to be arrogant here. Please don't misunderstand me. I have a lot of very intelligent friends who would completely grasp what I'm saying. I guess it really comes down to the fact that I'm a little afraid of standing out too much.

So I come here, to the vast wonders of the internet. I talk with friends the way I wish I could in real life. I'm so different here. Maybe a part of it is my surroundings.

I'm real here. I'm happy when I'm happy, sad when I'm sad, and angry when I'm angry.

I wonder if my friends that I talk to online even recognize the same person in real life. Crude, base, and simple. Thorough's self-imposed isolation begins to make some sense, as perhaps for some of us the only honest life is the one lived between the sheets...of paper, that is. ;)

If anyone knows how to bring a written life to the world of the third dimension, please feel free to share. I think the most disappointing thing is when you like yourself better when you log onto the net.

Crudity, simplicity, and commonality are just shields, I think. Shields for what we protect above all things, and that's ourselves.