The internet culture brings every day into a publishing event, regardless of the banality of its content or presentation. It shows the trigger-function and response of a mood or train of thought. It opens some of the internality and ponderances that we never would talk about with friends, for the most part, because it'd be interrupted or because it's still getting worked through and seeing it down in type makes a certain bit more sense than when it's wafty in the brain. With the internet, we're speaking blogs and journals specifically here, it becomes often a good degree easier to see the who and the what of lives, it may be no substitute for having been there, but it's not meant to be. It's a supplement, a three paragraph post script to what you thought was happening. It's the addition of a bit of cross-hatch shading to the social picture you were drawing. It probably won't change anything. People get mentioned. I don't. It doesn't bother me because I feel forgotten, but that the extra-luminary aspect for some of the small print in the relation texts stays blurry as it ever was. Too damn curious about the outside view. The eyes of others as mirrors, like a traitor said to Brutus. Still, maybe it's a misquote, situation and paraphrase, but damn. Who doesn't want to know what people say about you when you're not there?
And what a feeling to realize what they say ain't bad or good, it just ain't.
That inn't the whole truth, we knows it, but curiousity is the primary vice here.
S'truth.