1 Name: Anonymous : 2019-02-19 11:48
There’s dialogue here that perplex me. Usually forums are the last place for any type of blogging and that’s an easy agree. Yet that seems to introduce a devoid way to generate content. I just felt dejected seeing the latest posts and how I can’t really think to add on.
Although I’ve used anonymous sites for a decade, I’ve never thought seriously about them. That’s the whole appeal at least, to get somewhat lost in the chaotic smudges. Evidently there’s not much I out of those years.
Let’s be realistic though, there’s not much of anything you’d really hope for out of a machine. It’s not so smart to turn my back on something that made the yesteryears though. Made them. It was a bulk of time, and it is nestled prominently within it. And I’d be certain I’m not alone in that fact either.
Regardless, the reason it took so much was this appeal to finding something truly remarkable. The same ideas of anonymous quotes or hidden wisdom just waiting to surface. And that’s exactly what I mean, most content starts with a question. Pretty stupid declaration, as most conversation starts with a question. Yet the most interesting case is waiting for not only an answer, but also a question. So that’s why I lurk, maybe you as well. It’s just, in my passage of time I don’t find anything insightful anymore. And this is only exacerbates my confusion as to why I still come here. As well as understanding the exchange of thought here. For even in waiting for a question, or even asking one, does the thread curtly end.
Don’t get me wrong, this is definitely a problem on my end. My phone conversations or even quick catch ups have mostly died out or deal with the immediate. I’m close to the point where I don’t have anything to say anymore. Or maybe it’s just masquerading the fact that action is the only option now.
I suppose my motive is to cast this question then: what use is anonymous conversation where no longer you can find the glimmers of wisdom you once thought you had? Yes, you thought you had. In a reasonable write up of my past, no matter how much wisdom I stumbled over do I urge to remind you this was just a long stasis of living. Wisdom isn’t necessarily utilitized but I wish I had the wisdom to get off my computer while I was still fresh.
I suppose one thing is to entertain a bit of talking. But I find that - maybe I’m missing a crucial element here - I find that absurd since there’s no continuation. There’s nothing to spawn from that, and the only one to refer to the quick exchange of words in the future is yourself. No relationship spawns, and I think conversation serves aptly as a way to kindle that. I guess it’s more about investment - since you’ll never really attach a face to whatever you get and you may kid yourself for a moment that your quick well wishes could be of use... I’m just confused. A more glaring problem is that any exchange questions must be driven by a curiosity for you to get something out of it, to sate yourself. Yet you’re usually stranded to either see it all as washes of people you’ll never meet or deal with a unsustainable curiosity of every poster. You’re not - or, I’m not - satisfied either way.
Again, this is only told in hopes of having a quick forgettable read and maybe a better understanding of why you’re here :)
It’s just casting another letter out.