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"You have a what?" she says to me.
"A journal. It's this thing that I started a few years ago and I just write in it when I have something to say."
"Like what? Stories?"
"Different things. Not really stories, but sometimes I guess they are."
She clicks the mouse. "Let me see."
There is a pause and then she looks at me.
"Oh."
I fidget with the uncomfortable part, the explaining why there are a few hundred people who are remotely interested in anything I might have to say. How do I begin to tell someone not familar with the concept about my virtual house? This place where I have, for the past five years, welcomed both friend and stranger to break bread with me. I don't have an explanation for it. I never have.
"I just write stuff," I say, red-faced and fighting the urge to look down while I scuff my foot in pretend dirt.
The moment passes and we move on to other things. It's been weeks. She doesn't read my journal again. I'm oddly relieved, without any idea why.
"A journal. It's this thing that I started a few years ago and I just write in it when I have something to say."
"Like what? Stories?"
"Different things. Not really stories, but sometimes I guess they are."
She clicks the mouse. "Let me see."
There is a pause and then she looks at me.
"Oh."
I fidget with the uncomfortable part, the explaining why there are a few hundred people who are remotely interested in anything I might have to say. How do I begin to tell someone not familar with the concept about my virtual house? This place where I have, for the past five years, welcomed both friend and stranger to break bread with me. I don't have an explanation for it. I never have.
"I just write stuff," I say, red-faced and fighting the urge to look down while I scuff my foot in pretend dirt.
The moment passes and we move on to other things. It's been weeks. She doesn't read my journal again. I'm oddly relieved, without any idea why.
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Most of my RL friends would find LJ bewildering to them...
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>>Maybe it's because you secretly realize that you can say whatever you want?
I have a hard time explaining LJ to people, too. From the non-computer folks I get questions like, "What do you find to talk about for so long? Don't you get tired of being on a computer after looking at one all day for work?" and so forth. ;)
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I've wanted my bf to see how my mind works at some times ... since I am not always able to SAY it to him ... but overall, I'm happier with my OWN space where I don't need to censor myself as there will be little "repercussion" in my immediate reality.
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A perfect way to put it. I find that I feel very much this way with certain people. It's not so much a matter of not wanting to share the ideas with them, but so much more about the concept of having a space that is mine (even though I gladly share it with others) without the worry of it becoming an ours.
Oddly enough, I have no idea if my mother reads my LJ. I know she's aware of it and for a brief while I worried about whether I should censor myself in some way just in case. In the end, I figured that anyone I know who stumbles upon my journal from my non-virtual circle of friends enters at their own risk.
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oh lord!
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1. I speak several languages very badly (French, Italian, Portuguese, a tiny bit of Russian and Greek) and two proficiently (English and Spanish).
2. I have spoken Spanish since I was a young girl, and traveled to Mexico every year from the time I was about 15 until I have my first child.
3. I have been a lawyer for a little over a decade and I sort of fell into it when I decided I would "take a break" from working on my Ph.D.
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And, have I really been reading for that long, too? I get so pleased and excited when I see you post, because I always get something from it. Hope I can give something back, and my chipping in is OK. I count myself as the 'stranger' and feel blessed that I am welcome to break bread with you, too.
Thank you.
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"*WHINE*WHINE*WHINE* Life is so hard. I can't find/do/whatever [fill in the blank]."
"Gee, Mom/Buddy/Stranger... have you tried yaddayaddayadda.com?"
"Yaddayaddayadda dot WHAT?"
*SMACKS*HEAD*HARD*
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100 reasons why we all like our
Sorry if I bothered you....if you have a question...ask away...please anticipate....greetings:-))
http://www.livejournal.com/community/mister_x_rox/
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Now, the silly man has one.
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