Strange

I've been having the strangest dreams lately. I've had dreams about things at school changing, random people popping back into my life. Old situations presenting themselves again in slightly different ways. They're sad and not at the same time ... strange. I just don't know what to think about all of this. Yea....

It's strange to think about how easy it is to say something on the Ether that you would almost be too afraid to say out loud to some one, even if you've known them for years or simply feel comfortable saying things to them. Granted it could just be me, but there's a strange emotion attached to the Ether that I really cannot explain. I can't imagine even talking to my dearest friend out loud about some of these things that I feel as though I can post on the Ether, and I usually can say anything I want to him and he won't judge me, only looks at me funny if I used the wrong English word for something.

I am glad that I can use the Ether to get my thoughts out but at the same time it makes me sad that it takes an inanimate piece of equipment for me to do so. The isolation of sitting at one's computer screen, typing out one's thoughts, and then posting them for other such persons to read seems something of sad. But such is the modern world I suppose, constantly coming up with new technologies to make communication and travel better so that we can remain in some form of contact with the world around us even if we're miles away from one another, thus eliminating the need to remain near to one another.