Here's the Indigo Blu email conversation I referred to in my last entry-
Indigo:
So I'm reading you're journal and it strikes me how interesting the internet really is...I mean no offense but if I just randomly saw you on a bus or something I probably wouldn't talk to you cuz you're some random stranger (and a boy) but I stumble across you're website and read your poetry and glance over some favorites lists and stuff and suddenly you're lee (the poet or otherwise)...so anyway I'm reading you're journal and it's like seriously just like a diary you know? doesn't that feel weird to you? Exposing your world to friends and strangers alike...like your grill story (I don't know how many there are cuz I only have time to visit your site during vacations so I guess we'll just say your latest grill story)...I dunno what I'm trying to say except I just find people who just put their life on display to be fascinating because it's kinda like hate me or love me here I am!! And people you've never met are sitting there forming opinions and thinking they know you...Do you get what I'm saying...I mean do you ever think about that?
My Response:
To answer your question: Ummm, yeah, it felt weird at first...but now it's like, "I can't wait to put this on my message/bored!" I
don't blog the extra personal shit, but I figure we all go through drama...perhaps my drama will outweigh yours on a particular day
and cause you to lighten the hell up...I don't know. It's about sharing for me. It's nice to be appreciated as a poet, but nicer
when I'm appreciated as a person. I think my journal puts perspective in my site. Just looking at my poetry, people may view me as
some pius holier than thou cat, which I'm not. I try to put myself in three dimensions with this site. You have my art, my words,
and my journal. Shit, I don't really write in my journal anymore, unless it's really personal or I need to catch something before I
lose it. I'm humbled by the fact folks read and like my journal, not to mention on a regular basis!
It's weird that someone who doesn't know me may know some wild shit I just went through, yet I don't know shit about them. But, at
least they can tell I'm honest and I'm good peoples.
Peace.
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