Odd.

[sharplittleteeth]

Just 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.

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[mr-e-cat.livejournal.com]

I get that feeling all the time. It's strange to think that there are people I have never met and have no knowledge of who know n4cat (or seem to think they do) very well.

The idea of people sitting around discussing one of their "friends" that none of them have actually met just freaks me out.

[sharplittlteeth.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I think were entering a nightmare utopia dreamt up by hippy psychiatrists on poison acid.

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.

[mr-e-cat.livejournal.com]

I've just had a couple of people in 'merka put me on their friends list.
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.