Drawing on the Tide

[muninx]

So... How many friendslists am I still on? I've noticed a few of you have disappeared from mine. I hope all is well. I figure now that the only way to keep this journal is to exclude my life from it, except as it relates to a few universal truths and cycles

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[bella_felis]

You're still on mine, although I never got a definitive answer as to whether you know whose "mine" is anymore.

It's Emily, Shudderfoot, A from T&A, whatever you want to call me. I'd really, really, desperately like to get in touch with you again, beyond random comments on LJ.

So much so, in fact, that I'm going to do the ultra-stupid thing to do on the interwebs and post every form of contact I have available, in the hopes that you'll try to reach me via one of them or other. Internet stalkers, remember the rule of three.

Phone: 949.202.8110
Email: kementari(at)gmail(dot)com
AIM: emily85
MSN: speakswithnosound@hotmail.com

Pleeeease contact me. ;_;

[arichi]

You're still on my friends list. Alert us when you're back in So Cal.

[thesubtleknife]

Nicely written, and good to see you posting again! I'm curious though why the change of not wanting to write about your life anymore?

This was also oddly appropriate for me to read today, because I was just reading about Jung last night, the collective unconscious, and shadow selves. And I love those chance deep encounters with other people. It's like someone you talk to on the train. Living in Germany for a year, I noticed they tend even more towards reservation with strangers. Maybe that means they're more fragile underneath.

I think most of the reason why people try to pretend like the masses of strangers around them don't matter is that they're afraid of being wounded, so they simply forget the joy of meeting a new person.