They're not grand thoughts, grand ideas or philosophies. They're nothing special. They're typical and derivative. They've been felt by billions of humans before and expressed in more beautiful terms. They're mundane. But they're human. Being a human, these thoughts mean a bunch to me. And they can mean a bit to others, as they can relate. They're thoughts that people don't generally broadcast, or if they do share them publicly, the people are derided. Private thoughts. Shared in a pseudo-private manner, preserving some dignity, creating a treasure, buried for those who care to look, or listen. Thanks to technology, it's not all written any more. It's sometimes drawn, it's sometimes hidden, it's sometimes spoken, it's sometimes nestled away where only one other person even has access but wouldn't look.
It's not that I need to share everything or be validated completely by others. I still have an intensely private life that I've the sanity not to reveal. Nothing scandalous, just me. Just the type of stuff you'd like to trust another won't judge over for silly reasons. Some people are quite silly. I have sometimes been silly. I don't like that, so I think I won't be any more, no more unpredictable reactions when understanding and care are called for.
So hooray for the ether, a comfortable place that alleviates the anxiety of a sealed bottle under pressure, carbonated ideas bubbling forth, but wishing not to spill and stain the beautiful furnishings that surround it. Let the stories untold ring out and into obscurity onfold.
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It doesn't take this long. I'll confirm your address via e-mail, I suppose?
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