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On a Peter Pan bus from NYC to Boston with dusk setting in upon the formerly green trees, I cried. Perhaps initiated by my 10th partial viewing of Forest Gump, I realized that the true reason behind my tears was that I've been keeping my feelings inside and suspending my emotion.
Sometimes it helps to release one's emotions. I understand this now, especially as I realize the nature of the reason why I loved JournalCon so much - because at this one location, brought together by at a minimum, a single common bond, I was able to meet, get to know, and find acceptance from so many people at once.
Beth said something at the Con - that she wasn't accepted in her early school days; I too had a difficult time adjusting, making friends, etc. She, at 31, now can be found building community in a place where it, as so many online internet ventures have shown us, has such a hard time existing. I, a bit younger, exhibit a similar background, and can only hope to obtain the ability to bring people together online that she has already mastered.
One thing I'm bothered by is the fact that I like paper-based diary keeping, in addition to web-based; and I don't see an easy way to integrate the two. Last night I believe I read that Beth had decided to take down her online journal in favor of her paper joirnal - I recognize and accept this, realizing that maintaining an onlien presence can bring with it a good deal of pressure, in addition to the differences between the medium.
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