tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post588472882627220419..comments2024-02-27T12:41:35.811-08:00Comments on Coming to Terms...: Journal Reality, Part DeuxLisa :-]http://www.blogger.com/profile/02237889098638895390noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-83515865374528824382006-03-13T02:55:00.000-08:002006-03-13T02:55:00.000-08:00Lisa ~ I like to read other peoples journals ~ you...Lisa ~ I like to read other peoples journals ~ you can learn alot about this world and what is going on all over it ~ like you I like to think no one would just disappear out of my life ~ without first saying goodbye ~ I worry when I don't see a journal I normally read ~ I wonder if the journal writer is ill ~ and wish I could find out ~ but have learnt you can't ~ you just have to accept they have gone ~ and get on with life ~ and make new friends ~ AllyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-22097671803365185652006-03-13T04:13:00.000-08:002006-03-13T04:13:00.000-08:00I know that I make different kinds of connections ...I know that I make different kinds of connections online. Now that I think of it, I have 3 basic groups. I post at one place just because I enjoy some of the discussions. Many of the people there feel a strong bond of community, but I don't, and I'm not looking for that there. Then I have a group at the other extreme, a group of women I "met" online years ago which eventually broke off from our original website to form what has become a very close group. And then there was the aol community. I guess I think of that in terms of Katrina. There was a hurricane and a lot of people left and, much as they'd like to maintain their former conenctions, it's hard. Starting over is hard, too -- or at least different. I can go back and look at an aol entry and see 20 or so comments, and I can slave away at blogger and post something I think is great, and I see that 30 people have visited but maybe only 1 or 2 has said anything. I'm rethinking the whole enterprise, actually, but I haven't got any fully formed take on it yet.<br>http://searchthesea.blogspot.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-13820382591790427872006-03-13T06:00:00.000-08:002006-03-13T06:00:00.000-08:00Robin sent me the link to your previous entry afte...Robin sent me the link to your previous entry after I wrote a somewhat related, but nowhere near as eloquently stated entry, in my own journal. I've found these two entries simply awesome. I'll need to revisit them to make sure I got all out of them that you've put into them but my first impression is simply...wow. Most of what you've said is what I'd have said if I'd had the words. I, too, am a bit of a loner. lol who am I kidding I'm just about as much of a loner as you can be without being a hermit. The circumstances dictated that it would be best if I became Mr. Mom when we adopted my son at birth. That pretty much meant that I was destined to have few friends but in reality I've never been one to make that many anyway. The ones I do make are usually very good ones though. When I discovered the online community, way before JLand, a decade ago I thought I'd found what I needed. Indeed maybe I had. It brought me so much joy over the years. It also brought me a lot of pain. Mostly it brought me growth. I met a lot of people along the way I every one of them taught me something about life or about myself or both. I don't regret knowing a one of them, really not even the ones who caused more pain than joy. <br><br>I could go on forever on the subject but I'll stop here. Down the line maybe I'll take a shot at similar entries myself. Right now I'm too close to a bit of a nasty situation that I want to let die down. Thank you again for so wonderfully eloquently writing these entries about the online community.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-13785088593217890062006-03-13T07:43:00.000-08:002006-03-13T07:43:00.000-08:00Me too. Maybe I've been naive in thinking the frie...Me too. Maybe I've been naive in thinking the friends you have should stay in your life? It seems they come and go more often as you get older.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-88492041608590449822006-03-13T12:08:00.000-08:002006-03-13T12:08:00.000-08:00That must have been a different Robin - not me.That must have been a different Robin - not me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-66762313606218320222006-03-13T18:24:00.000-08:002006-03-13T18:24:00.000-08:00Part of this reminded me that there's still that 8...Part of this reminded me that there's still that 8th grade story....<br>*debbi*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-40965311410638958922006-03-13T22:38:00.000-08:002006-03-13T22:38:00.000-08:00ships that pass on a foggy night ... the mournful ...ships that pass on a foggy night ... the mournful wail of distant horns ... then silence and empty dark sea.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-6680316141657398692006-03-14T18:39:00.000-08:002006-03-14T18:39:00.000-08:00I have read both of these entries twice. Your wor...I have read both of these entries twice. Your words are so perfect. I am going through something of a dispirited time myself. I don't know if it has to do with the events that have been happening in our lives, or whether I am feeling a bit lonely myself. One thing I always hang on to is the fact that you are here and I know that I can come here and feel warm. Thank you for the thought you put into these. PennieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-26678133107529236372006-03-16T09:02:00.000-08:002006-03-16T09:02:00.000-08:00Well, I am still here, although I don't recall mee...Well, I am still here, although I don't recall meeting you before. Come on over to the Cafe, dahling. I have put you on the list.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-66066968812258189742006-03-20T09:06:00.000-08:002006-03-20T09:06:00.000-08:00As I was growing up I lived in a house in a neighb...As I was growing up I lived in a house in a neighborhood where everyone else had lived for years before I was born(including my parents) I did not make many friends because there were not many my age there. The few friends I made growing up, I can count on 1 hand. Then my father died and high school started. Life changed.<br>Today I still can count my physical friends on one hand.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-16624175670951844252006-03-20T11:26:00.000-08:002006-03-20T11:26:00.000-08:00I too was a loner and veyr differint growing up an...I too was a loner and veyr differint growing up and I just did an entry about bing different and growing up different. I mean for me I was a misfit in the land of misfits like rudolf.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-1098835112574898582006-03-20T11:38:00.000-08:002006-03-20T11:38:00.000-08:00I've read both of your entries on this subject...I've read both of your entries on this subject twice now. Mulling. I am a 'muller'. Feeling much the way you do -- I know that a change in atmosphere occurred with the 'ad debacle' back in November and I wonder if some of us aren't just a little more reticent, shy, protective of ourselves since then. I also think that some of the folks who left were also a good dose of glue, keeping us together and gently guiding us to other journals and friends. A personal situation at the same time as the 'ads' had me running for cover and making my journal private. I know I've lost readers because of that but fortunately many old pals hung on and continue to visit. <br><br>This is a subject that we all relate to in one way or another. Thanks for posting a well thought through entry.<br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4283072392763163737.post-87496935429952775312006-03-29T04:27:00.000-08:002006-03-29T04:27:00.000-08:00It bothers me a lot, too. Sometimes I get hurt by...It bothers me a lot, too. Sometimes I get hurt by J-land, and there have been three times that I have gone private to hide for awhile, but I come back. I am not a loner, I have too much social life, but lately I have begun to think about what I have considered friends are really more like companions that I am around...I tend to think they care more about me and my family than they do...and then of course, the ultimate betrayal in real life was when my "best friend" molested my oldest daughter last fall...I have been licking lots of wounds lately. My journal has become much more impersonal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com