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Friday, April 1, 2011

The Paradox of Anonymity

      First of all I'm just going to apologize for not posting for more than a week. I have had stuff I wanted to divulge to the internet, I just haven't been able to find the time or the words with which to do so.

     I'm sure that you, dear reader, have had things that you want to say maybe to someone specific or just in general, but for some reason you find yourself unable. Your lips feel like they have been super glued shut, maybe to save yourself embarrassment or because you don't know if this is how you really feel or how people react.

     To that end websites like Form-spring (and to a certain extent, blogs) are good because you can ask questions or say things safely from behind the dungeon walls that make up the prison, and it is still a prison, of anonymity. You may be getting out feelings Et cetera, but the person that you are talking to still won't know it's you.

     Perhaps it's a step that is needed though. A process that is taken in steps. A build-up like the Pyramids of Giza, so that you may place the final stone which is actually saying it out loud to a person.

Anyways, just some thoughts on this, again take what you will from it.

    You see things; and you say, Why? But I dream things that never were;and I say, Why not
George Bernard Shaw

A constricted plant grows up a runt, not complete. Don't let yourself be constricted. RC.

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