It's funny how the different parts of your life intersect. When I was having lunch with my friend Barry yesterday, we caught up on the details that we don't get into in email and instant messaging. I know he loves his kids, but he can convey that better in person than over the wire. He knows how my nephews are doing, but I can let him know a little more about their lives when we're talking face to face.
He also knows I keep a journal, and he's online every day, but he doesn't quite get the concept. He enjoyed the wedding pictures I posted because I sent him a direct link, but I don't think he understands why anyone would read someone else's diary every day. Frankly, most of the time, neither do I, but that's another story.
In a way, that made it easier for me to talk to him yesterday. When I'm with someone I know reads my entries, I can run out of things to say. That should be obvious, because I can run out of things to say right here on these pages.
I'm not a different person off the page than I am in the journal, but there's a lot more to me than you'll find here. It's not that I hold back, exactly. But there are areas that don't translate well to the format I've chosen. In a way, that helps me relate to the people I have coffee with. The journal isn't my whole life, and my whole life isn't in the journal. I think realizing that helps make me a more complete person.
There are people who know me only through the journal, but also a few treasured friends whom I've met through the journal. I talk to these folks outside the narrow confines of this web site, some daily and some less often. Early on, I advertised the fact that I answer my email, and it's paid off by enriching my life more than I ever thought possible.