On the subject of anonymity...Why are so many people afraid to share with me who they really are? Do I put people off? What is it?
Can someone explain that to me because I just don't get it at all. You read me to the point you feel as though you can make a comment and so you do. Cool. I'm glad you paid attention.
You know me enough to use "Guess who" and "The Lurker" as your monikers, respectively.
I'm guessing this would imply that you know me on some level, what with the specific references to things in my life, Fallsburg, knowing me in the past...Yet, your IP indicates two separate home bases in Virginia and Toronto.
So my question to the both of you is, how do I know you and if I don't, why do you care so much? This isn't about cowardice or virtue, it's about acting so friendly enough with me so as to make comments that only a friend would make.
Did I piss you off in the past two months by hurting you? Or did I agitate you in highschool by my attitude? I challenge either of you to write up a guest entry for this diary explaining why you care so much to put this much effort in. Are you game? I'll put your entry, unedited in my diary.
Also, my question to just about everyone who reads this: Why do you read me? Still? In the first place? What draws you back here? Do you just feel like keeping tabs on me to see if I'll write about you or something? I'm interested. Let me know, I can take it.
I just want to put two and two together. Anyone care to help me do the math?
Peacefully yours.
