Seems kind of stupid to me. What I really want is for people to read about highly fascinating life and say "Wow, Isaiah, your life is so damn interesting. I want to write a book about you or something."
It is all so stupid because my real desire to communicate with people over long distances, creating some kind of cyber-community which is so god-awful ridiculous it almost induces vomiting.
I spend very little time on the internet because we don't have it at home. I do all of this blogging at library computers (mostly Wheaton College, where I'm not even a student).
I think about how I'm probably inadvertently and apathetically helping develop Big Brother. That scares me a little so I try not to think about it.
I man commented, one I've never met and probably never will and said "Hm, coffee and autism: I like your thinking."
Autism? Maybe. More like Asperger's Symdrome, which explains my feeling like I'm in my own lonely little world.
Who will ever read this? Why do I care so much? What will it ever do to change this fallen world?
I crave only friends. Real ones. Flesh and blood.
But sometimes I feel that way about Jesus.
11.14.2005
This blogging thing.
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hey, well u knew me @ st. Hermans and since i left too (before you and e. and j did) i know how hard it is. like such huge deep suprising fellowship there, to leave it is painful, esp. when building new in the flesh community in the midwest usa is hard. may God fill all of this for you. i am so glad you are blogging I. take care...
i know what you mean.
my life seems so pedantic, compare to, say dave's, or stacy's.
but it's ok.
it's pride on my part, i know.
there is nothing glamorous about my life, and I don't have the eloquence of, say, biss, or stacy, when it comes to expressing myself.
it's a bit like looking at a picture of yourself (reading my own blog, wondering how others read it, hating how it looks)
Well, Vic, I'm glad you do read my blog and comment on it. Thank you for that. I guess that makes us blog-pals (that is, if I ever start commenting and reading yours).
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