Late Night Thoughts

Sometimes I fancied myself a little bit of a detective.
It was interesting, in the time of the internet, and online profiles and comments, how much you could really find out about somebody. Or at least, think you found out about somebody.
There were things you could discover, and me, I liked to try and put together the pieces. Sometimes I would spend hours sifting through pictures, comments, posts, sites, trying to sort out the details. This sounded a little stalker-ish, but, if people didn't want me to know about them, they should just take this stuff off the internet.
And sometimes, when you had all the pieces, you could make fantastic discoveries.
Or not so fantastic discoveries.
In the past, I had discovered the following details via facebook only:
1. Someone I knew had untagged themselves in pictures of an embarrassing nature. Namely, a "chicken and porn" party.
2. One of my ex-boyfriends had made out with a girl I knew. (photo evidence, y'all. Untagged.)
3. I was helping someone cheat on somebody else. (the details were just too coincidental to be chance.)
It was also interesting how much you could find out about someone's past via a simple google search.
And every once in a while, the pieces might suprise you.
I was however, several pieces short of the puzzle. I only had fragments of what I thought. As I sat here writing this, I had a feeling someone would read it and someone would choose to keep it to themselves, in a sort of fuzzy silence. Understanding and comprehending my thoughts, but allowing no such courtesy of their own.
That was kind of like my puzzle pieces, in a way. Except sometimes, (and notice only sometimes) my thoughts were a little more clear and a little less foggy than a collection of pictures and comments. I was working on the less foggy bit, but as we all well know, I like metaphors and I like fogginess, and I like to disguise.
A few audible "chinks" were heard falling into place in my head. I understood a few things and merely guessed at others. Things aren't always what they seem.
As the self-doubt began slowly churn in my head, it promised to gather speed. Like a train grinding slowly, trying mightily to pull it's weight, I knew soon it would leave the station and approach speeds mortal legs could not catch.
The grind was threatening, and I fed it. I delved deeply into a world I wish I knew more of. A world I only guessed at. Puzzle pieces on the floor, I couldn't see the picture. Guessing would disappoint me, but I guessed at it anyway. Always a puzzle.