July 15, 1999

Remembrance of Diogenes

I recall that when I started writing Diogenes, I never really factored in the fact that I would actually know the people on this list. It took me off guard when a friend would comment on the previous night's e-mail. I knew my audience would be by no means faceless. I would know them. This was okay, but then it got worse. As I started to write less and less about my theories of the universe and more about my own view on life as seen through me living it, I knew I was expressing emotions and opinions that I would normally never let surface. My friends would learn about more than I even let myself know about me. My honest feelings had the chance to sneak out in writing.

I still have my friends. The ties are stronger now, actually, for they know me well. If they were my friends in the first place, they has already accepted me, so what I had to say should by no means have changed anything between us.

I do wonder, though, if having grown so used to being honest to others, have I come to expect the same from others? I believe I do, and if you want or feel the need, do so. You let me have an open mouth; I guarantee I will listen with an open mind.