Here I go again

Well fall has come and once again I am trying to make myself write. It is odd to me because I enjoy writing letters to people. Actual pen and paper letters that you put in an envelope, with a stamp and send through the postal service. I will bather on about everything that is going through my mind, on every subject and ask for opinions about current events and age old dilemmas.
When it comes down to writting without a specific audience I get self-conscience. I have decided that my problem is that I think I must seem strange out of contex. (Hence the title.) The people I write letters to know me in my natural environment, more or less. They cut me a little slack when I say something that could seem a might bit strange to the average bear because they have a little context to put it in, (especially if they have met any of my family, not that my family is bad or deranged or anything we're actually a very functional family, but it explains some quirks in my character.)