The Inner Circle.

We come to someone’s diary anew as an outsider. A stranger. We observe the writing, wonder who this person is, and notice the various comments that are made. If the writing is appealing, we wonder, “Will this person like me?”

C`mon, we all do it, even if latently. I’ve had countless people come out of the woodwork over the years only to admit, “I was reading you for years, but..” At least, that’s how some people react. Me, I’m a bit more direct. If I have something to say, I say it. Whatever happens, happens.

There’s absolutely no reason for anybody to be intimidated by me. Or by anybody else, for that matter. Every last person here was once a stranger to me. It’s no different than so-called Real Life.

Ashley was just telling me how she used to see all these loving notes from people, and wondered if she could be in that ‘inner circle’, too. She, too, lurked before ever saying anything. I have a lot of allies on this website. I’d like to think I don’t really have any enemies. I haven’t had anybody come after me maliciously in a long time.

One thing she didn’t anticipate is my absolutely horrible memory. I don’t really remember most entries I’ve read. I really don’t. I don’t remember too many notes I’ve received or sent, either. I find my conception of people becomes a whole lot clearer after a single IM conversation. Don’t ask me to remember emails, either. Heh.

What’s this to say? Nothing really. Just that I’m no different than anybody else. I love a lot of people, what can I say? And correspondingly, a lot of people love me. My ‘inner circle’ is hardly a tight configuration. I’m more than willing to let anybody in my life, should it happen.