I've been feeling really impersonal lately in the blogging world. And it's a strange world, isn't it?
Often I treat this little slice of virtual real estate as a diary of sorts and the concept that people I know to varying degrees and even those I don't know read it is very often forgotten. I'll vomit up an idea or personal truth and then forget about it, but then I go back and look at previous posts and I'm astounded that I put that out there.
I've had the same email address for ten years now; Yahoo has been a constant and a good friend since the spring of '98. I never clean out my inbox/outbox and so I can go back and read emails I wrote in the earnestness of a 17 year old or the rebellion of a 19 year old and be shocked at how some things haven't changed at all, just the names and the places are different.
Today that sort of breaks my heart.
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