\\”Why would you ever want to meet someone you don\\’t know?\\” my friends often asked.<\/p>\n
They didn\\’t understand, so I didn\\’t give a satisfying response. I knew them.<\/i> That\\’s why I met them. They understand me better than you do.<\/i><\/p>\n
I played a lot of Jimmy Eat World during those days. The lyrics described my isolation, my loneliness, my desire to connect.<\/p>\n
My days of craziness are over. I don\\’t want to spend time on something that consumes a large portion of my time. I just want it to happen in real time. Easier and less stressful.<\/p>\n
Every so often though, I am intrigued by someone. I read a blog, a journal. The thoughts written on the page reflect exactly how I feel. That\\’s the way I always am, seeking to be understood.<\/p>\n
I stalk the page, the website. Then after awhile, I start wondering what would happen if I did meet that person in real life. Would connect immediately like how the words connected immediately with me?<\/p>\n
There was one instance where I found a journal so fascinating that I had left comments and my e-mail address. We both went to Berkeley and met up quite easily. But to my surprise, he wasn\\’t what I had assumed he was online. Perhaps, my friends\\’ warnings were right. He was so deep and prophetic online, but so superficial and shallow in person. I was conflicted.<\/p>\n
Despite George Santayana\\’s quote being in my profiles, I can\\’t help but repeat the past. I know I will want to meet those people, just like how so many teenage girls have fantasties of meeting their dream boys. I believe they can be wonderful and great. Online mysteries to be real friends.<\/p>\n
Good thing I have a car.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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