"Danger, Will Robinson!"
That's the phrase that springs to mind when I read confessions and exclamations of those I watch from a distance but never dare speak to. I see their inevitable fall far before they ever could. I see it because they are the unstable hearts that burn like none other. They are the outcasts because they feel so much but do not have a constant outlet for their pent up emotion. The resemblances between their and my own insanities keep me intrigued enough to sustain a voyeuristic relationship with these strangers - but nothing more.
I enjoy seeing them cherish that how ever fleeting joy that radiates from within, but when I read of something more serious and....how shall I put this...."grown up" such as parenthood, I worry. I just want to scream out "this is too soon!"
I know how this will end.
But what's done is done. Who knows. Things may turn out alright. But I'm the ever-cynical one who cannot let go of the reality of the world, no matter how fairy tale my own life feels right now.
Maybe I stress too much over everyone else's lives.
Life is a learning process, but we all get through it one way or another. Sometimes I just need to shut out the drama of everyone else and focus on much more productive things.....though people watching has to be my favorite form of entertainment.
All in all I love the internet. There is a certain omniscience that one can't help but feel when reading the deepest darkest secrets that people share in strict confidence with hundreds of "friends" they've never met.
Bravery behind such delicate anonymity - I love the ridiculous nature of it all
That's the phrase that springs to mind when I read confessions and exclamations of those I watch from a distance but never dare speak to. I see their inevitable fall far before they ever could. I see it because they are the unstable hearts that burn like none other. They are the outcasts because they feel so much but do not have a constant outlet for their pent up emotion. The resemblances between their and my own insanities keep me intrigued enough to sustain a voyeuristic relationship with these strangers - but nothing more.
I enjoy seeing them cherish that how ever fleeting joy that radiates from within, but when I read of something more serious and....how shall I put this...."grown up" such as parenthood, I worry. I just want to scream out "this is too soon!"
I know how this will end.
But what's done is done. Who knows. Things may turn out alright. But I'm the ever-cynical one who cannot let go of the reality of the world, no matter how fairy tale my own life feels right now.
Maybe I stress too much over everyone else's lives.
Life is a learning process, but we all get through it one way or another. Sometimes I just need to shut out the drama of everyone else and focus on much more productive things.....though people watching has to be my favorite form of entertainment.
All in all I love the internet. There is a certain omniscience that one can't help but feel when reading the deepest darkest secrets that people share in strict confidence with hundreds of "friends" they've never met.
Bravery behind such delicate anonymity - I love the ridiculous nature of it all
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I share nothing in strict confidence.
I share and I don't give a shit who knows and where the information goes.
Well, I'd prefer my mother be kept in the dark.
But still, I like screaming into the ether - whether it's real or cybernetic.
I like saying things I believe or think I might believe or things I feel or think I feel and having whoever may come along to add their 2 cents.
I try to be an open book.
Try.
I don't have any deep dark secrets.
I don't think.
I'm not "setting you straight", I'm just adding my 3 cents.
Mine is worth more.
And yes you stress too much over other people's lives.
But then so do I.
Gotta stop doing that.