Read Me First

There is entirely too much of my life on the Internet. A livejournal, started with the intention of ranting on the political slowly but surely transformed into a spot for navel gazing. Several failed blogs followed as I tried a more grown-up form to display my alleged wit and self-awareness. There are thousands of posts across various message boards.  If you want to go way, way back, somewhere, there are short stories and poems I wrote when I was 11.

My life would be very different without the internet. I have found apartments, roommates, and even jobs (including my current one) via Craiglist. I have joined in on community activities through a neighborhood message board in Astoria, NY. Once, I drove to Chicago for a meet-up with a bunch of Libertarians from an alternative Libertarian message board.

Through the internet, I have met people who share my political affiliation, people who share my love of inanity, and people who understand that Elliot Stabler is smokin’.

Through the internet I have gone on dates (though never through official dating sites), met a guy I wanted to kiss, met a guy I actually did kiss, and met a guy who turned out to be a jerk. Such is internet love.

Through the internet, I have met people who make me laugh a ridiculous amount, who listen to me vent about aforementioned internet dating, and who have become so much a part of my life that I forget that I originally met them on the internet. Such is internet friends.

I need another place on the internet though, because I have been searching for a place that is mine. Which is a perfectly apt metaphor for the rest of my clichéd existential crises of a 20 something life.

Such is internet writing.

Edited to add: I have imported the entire contents of my livejournal (without comments) and a couple of my failed blogs. Much of it I have left private, but some is up as password protected posts. If you were on my blogroll (which I am still reconstructing), my LJ friends list, or you just want to know all the scintillating details send me an email for the locked post code.