I was just thinking about all of the deep dark secrets of my life. And I realize that people are more honest over the internet. But I can not even reveal myself here, but I don't know why. I suppose I just pretend its not real. Why expose the truth when you can just pretend it was a dream one night, instead of memmory.

I dont feel like writting more right now.

Well, now that I have slept on it, I think I know why I feel the way I do. When I was young, I feared social interaction, I still do to a point. Im not sure why, but its the way I have been most my life. With enough time, fear becomes hate. To a lesser degree, I hate everyone. Sometimes I dont feel anything. I realize suppressing feelings and etc. can cause mental illness.

Now that I know the cause, I must find the solution. As much as I dislike it, I think social interaction is the way to help myself. I have not seen most of my friends for years. Many moved away, some I am not sure what they're up to.

I was going to put this on some other thread. But I figured I would just put my opinion on the old clinton sex life debate here. I hadnt put much thought into Bill and monica, but here is my final thought on it.

Clinton is not be a man of moral perfection. But he got the job done. And thats all I gave a crap about. If my boss at work does a good job, and runs things well, do I care if he goes home and jerks off for 5 hours? Nope. Somehow, I realize that its none of my business. And even if someone asked him about his masterbation, and he lied...I wouldnt care. Because its not their business either.