a connecticut yankee in king arthur's court

it's strange, to read someone's thoughts and to get caught up in their emotions and then realize that it's from three or four years ago. that's the problem with blogs (and journals) -- if you can call it a problem. everything spools out all at once and if you read straight through someone's writings, it feels like you're getting immediate open bar access to their mind and their heart.

the line breaks between posts don't give enough of an indication of the time span between when entries were actually made. that can mislead you into believing that this is the prevailing issue with the blog author in question. that's often not the case.

many people blog during (emotional) highs or lows. they're venting, releasing, updating, reliving, reconfiguring, resolving. all of those peaks and valleys don't always happen on a daily basis. having two bad days a month for twelve months -- equating to twenty four straight entries -- can make one seem to be in a constant state of melancholy; especially when that blog unfurls itself all at once.

only when you stop to really put into context the dates of the entries do things begin to separate from each other -- gaining distance and breathing room. but the feeling is still there, the feeling that all you've consumed in the past hour is reverbrating in the present or in the recent past. instead, it could be that these entries (and the accompanying life states and thoughts) were -- effectively -- from an entirely different person. a blog/journal doesn't chart progress or a sequential advance of time, it's just a series of (very brief) snapshots.

it's kind of a scary thing. but also rad i guess. i can only use "rad" here because for some reason no other word seems to fit. so, it's rad.