fear.

To oli, i say: LOL.

Anyway, i was just blog-surfing and it occured to me how strange beings like us can be. Clicking on blogs are just like flipping pages of a book filled with personal pain, regret, sadness, depression, angst etc. It's one hell of a book, i must say; but i've got a feeling that when people start ranting online, they actually dont wanna post all of it in public - it's just something done out of impulse.

But the strange thing is this: if people can rant online so recklessly, why do they fear the human touch of sharing their problems with a friend, in person? It's the dilemma of msn: we scroll down our contact list and the occasional person does seem terribly depressed, judging from his personal message. But what do we do? We fear a curt response when we ask if he's all right, we fear that we don't know him well enough and hence do not have a right to show concern. So we merely scroll on and forget. Or do we?

The fear is so strange...even as u scroll down and fail to strike a conversation with one who needs it, something inside you longs for a conversation box to pop up.

What strange beings we are. Either that, or i'm in dire need of some catching-up.