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| m&ms487 (profile) wrote, on 7-19-2007 at 12:33pm | |
| Current mood: contemplative |
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| I saw Marty (Metzger) yesterday at Meijer. I didn't even realize it was him until I carded him (he was buying a tobacco product). He looked so worn down. Not out, just down. Then I realized, we had never met. And it's so ironic that we went to the same high school and I knew of him, but not him, because everyone at Cedar knows of everyone else, but not as much as others. But I knew him, well, a little. I've read his woohu, and I've read Jessa's journals, and I've kept tabs on Clem's "journal" and watched her grow from a newborn into a curious toddler. I know things in about his life that I shouldn't, because we've never actually met. It was the oddest realization in the world. The internet does strange things to our perceptions. I wanted to ask him how he was doing, and how Clem was, and then I realized, he doesn't know me, but I know him. He probably would have thought I was crazy. He might have recognized me as Charlie's little sister, but I bet he had no idea how much I knew. It was just one of those moments in life when you realize you know more than your suppose to, intimate details, really, and you're nothing but a stranger off the streets who shouldn't have such precious information. I guess I could go on and on, but I think my point has been made. It just makes me wonder who reads MY journal that I don't know, but they know me. Have I ever run into them, not suspecting they know a touch of the interworkings of my brain? Have they wanted to ask me an intimate question about my life, but realized, seconds before the words were going to spill out, that they didn't have the right, or rather, the social allowance, to do such a thing? Did they realize they knew me, but have never met me? A wonder of the internet, I guess. I had a creative burst last night, when all I wanted to do was sleep, of course. Here is a bit of it, and of course, all that stuff about copyrighting applies. My mind is full Overflowing To the point of Nearly Breaking. The days to come Have worried me I have fretted, thought, Become senselessly Engtangled. In situations Times and places That will never Come to Be Yet, here they are In my mind. Alternate Reality. Cannot sleep Mind overflowing This and that Tomorrows coming And unprepared Am I for Tomorrow and after And Forever After. This planning, incessant planning Never. Ceases. I plan and fret Plan and fret A plan for every Imaginable Possibility And then the rest. I need to sleep Stop planning Stop racing Stop- JUST STOP. |
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jessa_lynne | 07-19-07 5:16pm my bad about the details you shouldn't know. :P |