QOTE: “anonymous:
The Prince of Thousand Faces,
The Unforgiving Demon of /b/,
The Vindictive One.
You got the point?”
- http://www.urbandictionary.com/
As a general rule of thumb, I don’t post anything that could potentially single me out from the crowd of thousands upon millions of anonymous names on this grand conglomeration of information known as the Internet. Behind your veil of firewalls and false proxies, you can impose your unique (…?) opinions and life experiences with impunity. With the Internet, you are who you choose to be.
I’ve realized that I have been guilty of these charges on more than one (read: very, very, many) occasions. Since then, I’ve realized that nothing in any given person’s life is unique. People want to be special; they want to feel as if they live life in a way known only to an elite few, if any. But how unique can one person be in a world of 6,648,921,407 (and counting) human beings? Similarly, coincidences don’t exist. Hear enough of a person’s life story and you will inevitably find strangely (?) overlapping events between your life and theirs. This in no way implies that you are star cross’d lovers or soul mates or any such similar idealistic predestined couple.
That being said, I think I’ll start breaking my rule of thumb with increasing intensity (read: more), starting with this fact:
People say I mumble some things. This isn’t entirely true; I am in actuality engaging in an aside. Pretty silly, eh? But hey, you never know. You could be on candid camera. You could be being spied upon. You could be living in a universe only existing in your mind. On the off chance that any or all of these are the case, wouldn’t you want your unique* (*see above) life to take the convenient form of a play so others can reenact it when you’re dead and gone? Of course, this doesn’t really apply to you if you’re reading this, seeing as how you can’t hear me mumble (but that’s what the parentheses are for).
P.S. The world population has gone up by 3,308 since I first typed it.
