I’ve been reading the journal of the person who introduced me to LiveJournal, and although I wish people getting to know me would read through all my stuff, I almost feel invasive about it.
I mean, it’s like sharing times with someone when you didn’t even know them, and getting to know their friends without any of them even being aware of it. Even worse, it’s all bits and pieces, so there’s a fear of false familiarity, taking for granted that you may know all about someone, even the things they share here and there with the world, but don’t really have that mutual closeness that justifies feeling that way.
It’s kinda like someone you know having a pen pal and reading all their mail. I wonder how she feels about all this.