Because telling is harder than writing. Writing is so much easier. Text means distance.
And pthbpt! I know where sara lives.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Because telling is harder than writing. Writing is so much easier. Text means distance.
And pthbpt! I know where sara lives.
The insulating thing - that's big, I think. If I'm freaking about something (not like, politics, but something personal), venting to people who are part of it or know the people involved - half of me is trying to protect or not upset them or not somehow implicate them in whatever the situation is. Here, it can be about me, and I can ask people to sympathize or teeth-grind on my behalf. Or they'll tell me I'm being a bonehead. Either way. It's both more personal and more distanced, if that makes any sense.
Text is... no less revealing, and hell, I do that a lot. It's still a weird distinction. I know, I know.
pthbpt yourself! Me calling is such a huge thing, as you know. Speaking of which...
If I'm freaking about something (not like, politics, but something personal), venting to people who are part of it or know the people involved - half of me is trying to protect or not upset them or not somehow implicate them in whatever the situation is.
That's so it. Plus, here? People can be on your side.
Hey, what's it like for people with significant others who are also buffistas?
I just turned the channel and spoiled myself for who gets auffed on Top Design. I can't believe I did that.
House: I thought the tickets Cuddy gave him at the end were to replace the vacation he didn't go on when she came to his door with test results. I also had the impression that he never was actually going to go anywhere, he just wanted everyone off to think he was gone so they wouldn't bother him.
Tough episode to watch
Eta: Aw, cute pics, dcp!
I never gave my parents much trouble... I was a quiet unrebellious A student and the biggest row I had with Mom was wearing comfy yet slovenly clothes in high school. They should thank their lucky stars that I waited to become a total slut until living on my own in my 20s, and that I didn't grow up as a felony courting devil-child the way Dad and his siblings did.
Hey, what's it like for people with significant others who are also buffistas?
Sometimes things go here first, because I am thinking about how to put it. Matt doesn't participate on line here, but he reads a lot. So I assume if i write here, he will see it.
Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?