E tenebras, lux dormiens

Isn't it interesting the emotion I get when people I know fade away? I mean, I read posts online, and I can see some people who post repeatedly, and greatly, for a period of time from the first day they sign up. Then, they mysterious vanish.

Where do they go? What do they do?

I'd love for Total Information Awareness to be made available so that I can find out anything I need. I mean, I can find out the people who graduated from high school (I still have some attachment, even to people I don't know. Maybe if I knew them, then I'd be less attached. LOL.)

The superfluous three-letter word stems from reading some posts funnily littered with them.

Anyway, I know that perverts can use TIA for stalking people, and so I'll say no, I don't want to find out more information, especially if someone don't want me to know. It would be weird, perhaps a total invasion of privacy if someone were to come up to me and say "I know everything about you."

Ew. Unless that person's nice, but usually, not so.

So where do people go? They seem to enter, then vanish back into thin air. I can tell that they are visiting less frequently, have less to say.

I imagine they have their special worlds, true to themselves. They need to work, they need to shop, they need to go on vacation, they need to study, they are in a relationship, they are bored, they are satisfied giving their two cents, they are scared, they are confident, they are with their friends, they've no longer interested in what drew them there in the first place, they're doing drugs, they're living abroad, away from the Internet, they're lonely, their disappointed, their trapped, their cold, their . . . im being 2 abstract, rite? i no that i shudnt write like this, but if u read it out loud, your goin to get what im sayin.

Okay, Possible Case #1: They're getting a driver's license for the very first time. They're driving around, and got into a car accident. Now they're recovering, but the accident provided an experience for them to turn their life around.

PC #2: Someone is going to college, and 'ey's (derivative singular of they) so happy, but college life is consuming 'em (derivative singular of them, see how non-sexism works out).

PC #3: Someone is taking a acting lesson, and 'ey is performing before the audience. 'Ey loves to act, and wants to pursue an acting career, but 'eir (derivative singular of their, sounds like air) bf/gf may not want 'em to go.

My personal experience is that I started this blog two years ago (wow, has it really, really been that long?), but I didn't post regularly until one year later, approx. Now, I post semi-regularly.

The reason I didn't post for so long is probably because I didn't feel comfortable talking about myself (I still don't). Then, when I did, I jumped innocent in all intents into the habit. And in doing so, I did sacrifice writing in my personal journal (I still write, but my energy's more in this now).

It's very possible that I will eventually stop posting here, not because I've gotten bored, but because there's no more that I can say about myself. I, in effect, may have found my true purpose in life, a bliss, a contentment. Or, I may be just going back to the journal again, because I want to wring my hands writing on the paper, than just putting my hands over the keyboard, and clacking away.

Well, if I leave, I probably won't forget.

If I leave, I probably won't tell you guys at all, because telling you seems to have a jinx in which I break my oath not to post anymore by posting more.