I've been posting a fuckton today. I guess I'm feeling unsually introspective or something - of course, whenever I'm feeling kinda fragile in the nerves departments I immediately want to cloister myself off in a garrett over a sputtering candle and vent all over the world. Except I don't really... Once again I have the usual troubles of writing for an audience - some of you post these amazingly long, raw speils from the depths of your head, without a care to who might be reading them or how they'll react and I really admire your ability to do that... Meanwhile I always feel caught in an elaborate fan dance of some sort where I'm too hyperconscious of other people, their histories, their dramas, the very fact that they're reading to share something like that. Which is why I keep a couple of other locked journals for really raw shit, and even then I self censor quite a bit. so it always ends up me, lost under layers of masks and two fans waved in skillful patterns so that others don't see when they change.
No wonder I identify with Hexadecimal so much... "Guardian... GUARDIAN! You have removed the one thing that keeps Hexadecimal in check... without the mask she will overload and be destroyed."
...excuse me, I need to go hunt down my ReBoot DVDs and watch Painted Windows a time or five... actually, today seems like a good day for a marathon in general. 'scuse me.
No wonder I identify with Hexadecimal so much... "Guardian... GUARDIAN! You have removed the one thing that keeps Hexadecimal in check... without the mask she will overload and be destroyed."
...excuse me, I need to go hunt down my ReBoot DVDs and watch Painted Windows a time or five... actually, today seems like a good day for a marathon in general. 'scuse me.