That's sort of how I feel about this board. A collection of dead people that have no choice but to listen to me ramble on.
Sorry, I'm just stunned sometimes. Seriously. Seriously, though

I think this board is a good way to try and connect (with the living Insanitor).
What I mean is this: Some people, such as myself, have a difficult time trying to convey what they feel. Those that are close to me accept me as I am. I wanted to expand my 'close circle of friends' so, I came here. I came to this site because of LC and the type of people I thought a love for LC might bring. I thought/did well.
It takes time to get to know people and when one does, the usual things happen. Spats, kindness, jealousies, reaching out. All the things we find in our day to day friendships. What is different here is that the anonymity keeps us a bit seperated. Maybe we can speak a little more freely than we ordinarily would as we don't see our audience. We don't
really know most of the people we talk to. It's almost like submitting a manuscript to someone and when they respond kindly, you/we/I feel good. When they don't, you/we/I might think about what went wrong but we don't feel
too badly about it, as there is a bit of a seperation, a distance between us.
So, in my opinion, this is not a diary, but a ... a... telephone conversation with my dotty old aunt who doesn't remember me but listens
anyway.
Man, do I need help. Notice, please, a lot of my questions do not have question marks. Why? Because the question are rhetorical. I had a thought, it got lost. I must go find it.
Adios,
Linda.