Often, after reading people's journals, I feel considerably more disconnected from the people I know than I did previously.

The range of lives that everyone is leading seem so radically different from mine, even the ones that are actually somewhat similar. The ones that are similar are actually the most aggravating, because I keep being convinced that if I had that persons problems instead of my own, I would handle them infinitely better than they would (and they, in turn, would handle mine better than I do, obviously).

It almost sounds like a bad body-switching movie.

Anyway, it's really the different ones that send me spiralling away from the people I know. I feel as if their existance is so dramatically different that it almost isn't possible that they're on the same planet. It certainly doesn't make any sense that I know this person, have met that person, kissed the other, or am friends with any of them. How did I ever meet these people?

Then I remember and it's such a strange, tenuous thing. It almost doesn't make any sense.

This feeling is especially strong for both the people I am closest to and furthest from on this medium. Or so it seems.

Or maybe I'm just sliding into insanity. Any day now I won't be able to tell the difference between watching TV and participating in real life...