I am a lurker. Online, at parties, perhaps beneath your table as you gather for dinner: I’m there, silent, soaking up every word. Because here’s the thing: People are fascinating. But here’s the other thing: People are terrifying. I’m not afraid people are rabid and will bite me or anything. That irrational fear only rises up when I encounter a strange dog or when a squirrel gets just a little too close. No, people scare me because they hold the power of not caring. Which is fine, but only as long as you aren’t saying anything.
here goes nothing
here goes nothing
here goes nothing
I am a lurker. Online, at parties, perhaps beneath your table as you gather for dinner: I’m there, silent, soaking up every word. Because here’s the thing: People are fascinating. But here’s the other thing: People are terrifying. I’m not afraid people are rabid and will bite me or anything. That irrational fear only rises up when I encounter a strange dog or when a squirrel gets just a little too close. No, people scare me because they hold the power of not caring. Which is fine, but only as long as you aren’t saying anything.