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Sep. 22nd, 2005 03:03 pmI'm just about boneless right now.
I was browsing through LJ's and I noticed people kept mentioning Erik... curious, I bent my hiatus and checked out PPN.
It's amazing how people you don't really know can affect you.
The thing that made Katrina real to me was seeing Chat's post about New Orleans. I don't know her too well, only spoken maybe once, but her fear became my fear, and no one could understand why I was so upset about a place I'd never been to, people I'd never known.
Same with Erik- spoken maybe once or twice, known mostly by reputation, but hearing that he was in the hospital made me feel sick.
I don't know why, I don't know why anything about me is the way it is. None of it works properly, anyways. I have this completely irrational feeling that I'm built out of random parts, an excellent brain and a malfunctioning mind wrapped in a mismatched emotional trainwreck.
But this isn't about me. It's about Erik, who I'm glad to hear is OK.
If I could use a strainer on my brain to sort and make sense of the swirling chaos in there, I would.
And I sincerely hope Jessica Riddle wins the Phantom cover contest, at least out of the pictures displayed so far, because her art blows me away.
I need to friend more people. Give my friendship away freely, like a smile, or a cool breeze in a closed room.
I'm not very good at that.
I was browsing through LJ's and I noticed people kept mentioning Erik... curious, I bent my hiatus and checked out PPN.
It's amazing how people you don't really know can affect you.
The thing that made Katrina real to me was seeing Chat's post about New Orleans. I don't know her too well, only spoken maybe once, but her fear became my fear, and no one could understand why I was so upset about a place I'd never been to, people I'd never known.
Same with Erik- spoken maybe once or twice, known mostly by reputation, but hearing that he was in the hospital made me feel sick.
I don't know why, I don't know why anything about me is the way it is. None of it works properly, anyways. I have this completely irrational feeling that I'm built out of random parts, an excellent brain and a malfunctioning mind wrapped in a mismatched emotional trainwreck.
But this isn't about me. It's about Erik, who I'm glad to hear is OK.
If I could use a strainer on my brain to sort and make sense of the swirling chaos in there, I would.
And I sincerely hope Jessica Riddle wins the Phantom cover contest, at least out of the pictures displayed so far, because her art blows me away.
I need to friend more people. Give my friendship away freely, like a smile, or a cool breeze in a closed room.
I'm not very good at that.