scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


16.9.03
The proliferation of blogs fascinates me. i had a web page ages ago - i was still living at home then, i might have been twelve or thirteen - and i put things there i would never dream of telling anyone. but it was oddly safe for being so thoroughly public.

i could hardly call myself a trendsetter: it was over a decade ago that i stopped updating that thing. so long ago that geocities really did delete it.

but i read a blog the other day that said 'i hope my family doesn't read this.' so nothing seems to have changed on the internet - except that all those people busted. poor techies.

it strikes me now, too, that i am now who i wanted to be then. which is the most beyond inconceivable thing i've ever come across, really. that i was that little obnoxious whacked-out kid and i grew up (that, really, i somehow survived at all) into me. that i could do that much of a one-eighty.

i kind of wish i still had that old web page. god, but i was tempestuous.

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