Ramblings of an Anonymous Coward

What Does It Mean?

i really hate it when i'm filled with lots of small thoughts that i can't seem to join into something at least semi-coherent and eventually start to question why i want to share something at all. i mean really, what is the point? well, there is the sharing part, but sometimes doing so makes people wonder why and they start forming assumptions and next thing you know you are trying to explain something you don't understand yourself. yes, yes, i'm rambling with no point to make here at all. just a bunch of fucking text that may or may not be read, that has no real purpose except to document what was running though my mind this very moment. funny thing is, i don't think it really does a very good job at doing that either.

seeing as i expect i'll be posting very little for a while -- which probably means i'll be posting twice as much -- i want to share with anyone that reads this a blog i ran across about a week ago. it is called secondhand suicide. why am i sharing this? well, it is a good read if you like honest emotional writing. as a person who has experienced the S word from a number of different angles let me just say that the writing seems honest. there was some debate over at metafilter about it, but i think the widow's response summed things up nicely.

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And I'm sure it either reads like it didn't actually happen, or like I don't care, or like I just can't write what it feels like. And you know, it feels like it didn't happen. Sometimes I don't care because of that. And I can't write what it feels like, because I don't fucking know.
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yup.

Posted by ac at March 29, 2004 06:58 PM