11 28 pm pst   [ share a medium ]

I'm sure it's a natural reaction to suicide, but I ran through a small streak of a manic need to connect with people I had let drip away. No shyness when I wrote "I think you're wonderful" to two people who I do think are wonderful.

I get a fair amount of e-mails from people in wonder that I put my life online here like this. I can understand that amazement. It surprises me sometimes. I'd probably remove or edit a few entries if I didn't feel an obligation to leave up all the dirty laundry with the clean.

But those of us who do choose to write about our lives online (there are over 4000 of us now) find a way of constructing our identities in relationship to the internet. Some people choose psudonyms or anonimity. Those of us who are onymous are a minority. But byond the self, there are decisions about what to reveal with regards to significant others, children, friends, locales, etc.