Ode to Ladiebug I've been thinking about writing this entry for awhile now. It's going to be my ladiebug entry. I've been reading ladiebug since oh, late 1999 or early 2000? I went back to her archives, and the earliest one she has there was later than what I had read. My policy when I started reading online journals was not to comment on them. After all, who was I to express an opinion about someone's journal? I don't know the whole situation, I'm not there with them, and they don't know me either. So, I have never really written to her except for little comments here and there about not much in particular. I've always felt like I could completely relate to her, where she was at in her life, her struggles with guys, all of it. It was like watching myself in a different situation. People write her a lot of e-mails and she has become close to some of them, and frankly I'm jealous. However, I still can't bring myself to write to her very much. I just listen. The gap feels so big, because I've read so much of her life in her diary, whereas she knows so little of me. How do you bridge that gap? If I met her in person, what would I say? If she quit writing I would be very upset, because I've come to care about her very much these last four years. But, this is just the way that online diaries go, I suppose. I also wondered if she read me, since I've started updating again. Well, today she left me a note, so I guess the answer to that is yes. So, ladiebug, here is my ode to you! |