Sometimes I think I am. I look at the threads here and find I cannot look away, drawn in by the words and images.
Is that healthy?
I know that each of us has a reason for being here. Every reason may be different, but I have this feeling that, at the very heart of it, they are similar in most respects. As I won't try to speak for others, I will put myself on the line...
I first came here on a dare. I wasn't really looking for anything particular. When I got here, I was amazed at all of the different directions one could take. The annonimity was something that appealed to me, as well. I could talk to others, admire their pictures, enjoy their writings, all from the safety of my computer.
It eventually became a bit addicting, and though my posts don't show it, I am actually here often, lurking....
I have discovered things about myself that I wasn't aware existed. Thoughts that were hidden even to me. And so, I continue to come back, wandering the halls of lit... lost.
Why are some of you here. I would really like to know.
Is that healthy?
I know that each of us has a reason for being here. Every reason may be different, but I have this feeling that, at the very heart of it, they are similar in most respects. As I won't try to speak for others, I will put myself on the line...
I first came here on a dare. I wasn't really looking for anything particular. When I got here, I was amazed at all of the different directions one could take. The annonimity was something that appealed to me, as well. I could talk to others, admire their pictures, enjoy their writings, all from the safety of my computer.
It eventually became a bit addicting, and though my posts don't show it, I am actually here often, lurking....
I have discovered things about myself that I wasn't aware existed. Thoughts that were hidden even to me. And so, I continue to come back, wandering the halls of lit... lost.
Why are some of you here. I would really like to know.