Funnily enough, despite a fairly active weekend-so-far, I can't think of any personal details to share with you all. Or maybe it's just that I don't want to. Consciously or not, I must be filtering this somehow, to present only a more respectable hologram of myself ("how boring must he be in real life?" you wonder). Which leads me to think: how are our personalities transmitted through this weird electro-nik medium? What have I really revealed of myself? What have I learned about others? It's not just limited to the net though. Everyone's just a tip of an iceberg (cliche I know), and if it's hard enough to know what makes up ninety per cent of myself, then figuring out other people is impossible. I hate not knowing what other people are thinking of when I say something. I hate not knowing what other people mean when they speak to me. And have you ever noticed that facial expressions are both fascinating and slightly scary? We really should have eyes in the back of our head instead, if only so we wouldn't subject eachother to the intensity of our gazes.
You'd think that after eighteen years I'd have at least a nominal handle on people, but each day just gets more confusing.