It all started with a notebook...

Wow... How strange it is to be writing a blog all over again. I used to have a blog over at myspace, but somehow the glitz and glamour of the whole "myspace era" has finally ended for me. Maybe it had something to do with some of the people I know on their or maybe I just finally grew up. While I'm not saying that older people who use myspace are acting anything but their age, I am saying that the fad is finally dying.

I guess I should introduce myself the proper way. My name is Archangel. Yes, I know that sounds strange for a person to be calling himself something of an angelic nature, but if it was completely strange then we wouldn't name our own children "Angel" and then later realize they are nothing of the sort. Trust me, I've known a few children who's name should have been Demon Spawn.
The name has lingered for a few years. No, Archangel is not my real name, but I think there is a certain anonymity that has to be left when you write things or talk to people on the Internet. I guess it just adds to the wonder of it all. The chance of becoming something that you're not and the chance of meeting people who are not like you or anyone you know.
There lies the real power. Being able to be who we are or say who we want to be. We take a chance everytime we meet someone new on these things called blogs or chatrooms. We take a risk knowing that the person on the other end of the message box might not be the person that we think they are. However, we trust them enough that we talk to them and know that at anytime we're not comfortable with the conversation, we can block them from our messengers or just leave the chatroom altogether.
But what if, there was that one person in some part of the world whom we talked to and felt for some unknown reason they were who they say they were? That somehow it just felt so right to talk to them and let them know everything about you and have them give you their opinion about your life's problems.
I know what you're probably thinking. It's stupid to think that the person on the otherside cares and you should never let someone know everything about you. You're half right. You should never tell anyone where they can find you, or give out your phone numbers or any private information that only important people should know. The stranger you're talking to on the Internet is not important. But if we didn't reviel certain things about ourselves, how would we know we were different? How would we bond with each other? How would we make friends?

"Ok, Archangel, get to the point". The point is that not everything is as it seems. If we don't take that chance to find things that we didn't know existed, find people that we don't know are living, then we are doomed to die without being known. The worst feeling you will have in your life is knowing that you will die alone if you don't talk to people or make amends with the people that you hurt. I know first hand about everything that I speak of when I talk about this. I've had friendships that lasted for years with people far from me who were very much different then me and then I soon learned that they weren't. Part of the reason this blog has started is because those friendships are now over. The only thing that gets me by now is the fact that I eventually got to see who I was talking to the whole time. I waited six years for that moment in December and even though I will never get that chance again, I will take with me the memory of the day I took a chance. I took the chance to meet people from a place I didn't know existed. I found in me the strength to let go of my prejudice for people I didn't understand and those whom I scared of. I took a chance and I changed my life.

If you want to know how real I actually am, then the only thing stopping you from messaging me is you. I'm always waiting....

Until next time.