Yesterday I was trying to post about another weblog I read when blogger ate my post. She started a series of posts where she gave her thoughts, impressions and views on the people who's journals she reads. Writing out those things that we asign to people we read but don't really know. Well, in the latest entry, she mentioned me and my blog. I thought it was a cool idea and I wanted to share what she had to say about me:
I was doing some strange web surfing one night and ran across MemoryandDream. What a complicated, delightful, complex and interesting girl! She has her picture freely available for all to see. So there is no doubt as to what she looks like. When visiting her site you catch yourself looking at her picture again and again waiting for it to wink, or speak or something! It's so alive, so real. She lives in Florida with her Love. She has a knack for detailing the mundane day in such a way that you keep going back for more...and more. Somehow it isn't so mundane when you read it. At the same time, her thoughts run deep and she throws you with an insightful comment right in the middle of a day at Disney. Her journal is for her. No one else but her, although she allows us to read it as she writes. An Imp. A wonderful little Imp that is quicker than the blink of an eye. Is she there? Was that her? There she is again! Memory and Dream....Drift into the shadows and wait as the swirling fog surrounds you, envelopes you in it's embrace and wait...wait patiently and she will appear. Don't close your eyes, the fog will pass, the darkness lift and you will be left wondering...was she real? Or was she a Memory and a Dream from a day long past from a lifetime not of your own?
An Imp? *chuckles* Alright, I'll take that. ;) It made me wonder about the way I present myself on my journal; the way that people who didn't know me would see me and the things I write about. I always feel that I'm honest to myself and my feelings on my journal, and yet, at the same time, it's just a snippit of who I am. It's only peices. And I wonder what kind of picture those peices seem to form...
I tend to read sites of people I've established relationships with; people I've come to know online, or those who I've conversed with. Some though, I find because they found me and I'm interested in someone who thought I was interesting enough to link to. Afterall, they must see something in common, or familier to warrent reading over these rambling posts. Some people I find because I followed a link of another friends and some links are purely random. But I suppose I, like everybody, does build up a picture of the person who's blog you read; an idea of who and what they are beyond the monitor. I think about those who've come and gone and ones who I wish I'd run by again. It's weird, this thing called the internet, because it has so much potential to affect our waking lives and yet, sometimes, it's all just fleeting, hollow words. I think about those I consider friends, those I am interested in their lives and those who come my way for one reason or another. There are these whole lives and worlds and realities out there - people going through everything I could imagine (and some things I can't) - and it's like there's this small glimpse into it all though words jotted down in a journal. I dunno. It just seems like it's a tip of an iceburg - so much more beneath the water you just don't see. And I feel somedays like I'm so close to seeing that full picture; understanding things which had before been seemingly impossible to know, let alone fully consider. It's like I'm so close and all these little words on screens by people are part of it. It's right there, but I can't quite grasp it. There's something more and deeper to it, but it still eludes me. It's there though, I just need to reach it.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
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