For one, they are not going to go away with time, on the contrary. My hope has been all along that once I meet "my dream woman" here, both of us will turn our backs on Lit, and these problems will cease to matter.
Trouble is: I am not meeting her. So if you are a woman, and if you are getting tired by now of my constant bickering here, in one form or another, you can make me stop doing this fast, just by sending me a PM, which declares you are on my side.
I believe I have understood – half ways at least – what the function of Lit is now: bread and circuses as has been written about the decaying days of the Roman Empire. And my fundamental problem is that I don't feel like identifying with that portion of Roman civilization.
I tend to dream about the "good old days" of Lit. Days of friendly conversations, days when people here wanted to help other people, and days when people coming here – at least many of them – still possessed some substance. When questions could be asked, even when they touched on intellectual matters, and at least some Litsters tried to answer them seriously.
Trouble is we live in different times now. "The Donald" has managed to occupy the White House, even though he has not the faintest idea of what its occupants did there, before he appeared on the scene. And we have Facebook and Twitter dictate to (American) mankind, what is important and what is not.
OK, I can still hope that every once in a while a woman may appear here and peruse the Personals, who is dreaming about the good old days also. And who might want to try escaping with me from modern-day Literotica.
But whether you really ever will show up? "My" unicorn woman? My doubts about that are growing stronger every day, I fear. OK, you have it in your power to convince me otherwise.
Trouble is: I am not meeting her. So if you are a woman, and if you are getting tired by now of my constant bickering here, in one form or another, you can make me stop doing this fast, just by sending me a PM, which declares you are on my side.
I believe I have understood – half ways at least – what the function of Lit is now: bread and circuses as has been written about the decaying days of the Roman Empire. And my fundamental problem is that I don't feel like identifying with that portion of Roman civilization.
I tend to dream about the "good old days" of Lit. Days of friendly conversations, days when people here wanted to help other people, and days when people coming here – at least many of them – still possessed some substance. When questions could be asked, even when they touched on intellectual matters, and at least some Litsters tried to answer them seriously.
Trouble is we live in different times now. "The Donald" has managed to occupy the White House, even though he has not the faintest idea of what its occupants did there, before he appeared on the scene. And we have Facebook and Twitter dictate to (American) mankind, what is important and what is not.
OK, I can still hope that every once in a while a woman may appear here and peruse the Personals, who is dreaming about the good old days also. And who might want to try escaping with me from modern-day Literotica.
But whether you really ever will show up? "My" unicorn woman? My doubts about that are growing stronger every day, I fear. OK, you have it in your power to convince me otherwise.
