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sharplittleteethJust served a student. Something about her name and face clicked. And I realised who she was - an LJ friend of an LJ friend.
It was a surreal experience. I knew her name, her religion, the thing she yearned for, and the sorrow behind her eyes.
And she had no idea who I was.
It was a surreal experience. I knew her name, her religion, the thing she yearned for, and the sorrow behind her eyes.
And she had no idea who I was.
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Date: 2003-09-10 11:18 pm (UTC)maybe she'll end up reading this and get freaked out anyway
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Date: 2003-09-10 11:34 pm (UTC)But it probably seemed unlikely to her that the staff in a computer lab would have read her LJ.
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Date: 2003-09-11 04:01 am (UTC)The idea of people sitting around discussing one of their "friends" that none of them have actually met just freaks me out.
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Date: 2003-09-11 05:43 pm (UTC)There is no more repressed emotions. There is no more privacy. Your private thoughts are broadcast on LiveJournal, while strangers with video-phones post naked pictures of you to Am I Hot Or Not.
Let it all hang out, baby. Whether you want to or not.
Never post anything on the Internet that you wouldn't tell a stranger at a party. That's my motto.
Of course, I come from a long line of taciturn Dutchmen. My opinion may be biased.
And my LJ is hardly riveting reading. I love reading all the messy, personal details of people's lives.
I just worry about the wisdom of opening up your heart so strangers can poke around inside it.
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Date: 2003-09-12 02:36 am (UTC)We have no friends in common so I assume these people have just stumbled upon my LJ.
I don't know if I should be worried or flattered.
Especially with the amount of LJ spam I get.
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Date: 2003-09-11 04:15 am (UTC)LJ isn't always the "trivial little thing" I tend to take it for granted to be.
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Date: 2003-09-11 09:43 pm (UTC)I wouldn't tell them ANYTHING. it's just too hard... bad things happen to people. They are aware of this, but if my nearest and dearest knew that some of the baddest shit has happened to me - I don't know what that would do to them.
So I do tell strangers... I tell my fucking life story to anyone who'll listen.... I figure if talking about it is meant to help then I'd better start talking. LJ is good for that. I can cry and stop and come back later... when I get to be coherent again.
*hugs* If my friends read my journal I can't help that. You'll have to deal with it. *hugs* I will vent my spleen whether you like it or not!
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Date: 2003-09-11 11:40 pm (UTC)I just advise discretion. Not so much in what you post, as who you let see it. There are nasty people out there, and stupid ones. LJ has a "private" option to shield you from them.
(Of course, I'm not here to tell you how to live. You're welcome to splash your iridescent joys and technicolour sorrows across the net, and then tell the consequences to go get fucked.
Especially if the alternative is ending up up a grey-face like myself.)
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Date: 2003-09-13 04:45 pm (UTC)I can think of having a Stalker and Dying.
Having a stalker might be fun, probably not - I'm not sure I'd rate it above being bashed and raped on my trauma list though.