What really happens when you surf all these blogs? I don't do as much as I used to. I peruse a smaller number at a time, but just as thoroughly. By that, I mean that I look at their Profiles and usually read several posts before I quit. Sometimes I realize that they're awful, sometimes that one of the blogs is perfectly charming. Blogs about new babies are charming, but I soon realize I need to get out of there! Somebody will decide I'm a pervert if they ever realize this Single Guy is stalking their baby blog! Some of the adult blogs that I thus canvas are also charming at first, then (with some) I realize they always stay at the same level, and I leave them alone, too. I feel friendly toward them, but not like I'd ever be much of a friend. Some blogs (especially the famous ones) make me feel very friendly, but I don't last long writing to people who already get thirty or more comments per post. That is a very good thing for the blogger, but it feels a little crowded to me! Sometimes I forget to make friends slowly, and that's not nice. Sometimes, I'm a hair's breadth away from being a fool or a stalker! But, when I realize it, I know that that shit's got to change! Sometimes, the blogger (usually women) realize it before I do, and I am then deeply chagrined.
You can't make things happen on blogs any more than you can in real life. I remember from the seventies that one new friend was speaking of a third party who was being too pushy and remarked that he already had enough friends. Stewart WAS talking about the other fellow (I knew him as well), but I realized that his remarks probably referred to me as well, since I was a new friend of his at the time. I lightened up after that, though in fact I lasted a while longer as his friend.
I usually encourage people on the Internet, since you can't tell what might happen. I might have fun, and so might you. If I have bad breath or don't bathe enough, you'll probably never suffer from it. If I stutter, you won't suffer. I can gross you out, though; I don't have to be there for that. I don't plan to do that, but sometimes a switch just flips inside of me and I become a monster. God protect us if I can't get control of myself. If I've never been mean to you, praise the Lord and pass the peanut butter! We'll pretend we're just little kids and make up!
You can't make things happen on blogs any more than you can in real life. I remember from the seventies that one new friend was speaking of a third party who was being too pushy and remarked that he already had enough friends. Stewart WAS talking about the other fellow (I knew him as well), but I realized that his remarks probably referred to me as well, since I was a new friend of his at the time. I lightened up after that, though in fact I lasted a while longer as his friend.
I usually encourage people on the Internet, since you can't tell what might happen. I might have fun, and so might you. If I have bad breath or don't bathe enough, you'll probably never suffer from it. If I stutter, you won't suffer. I can gross you out, though; I don't have to be there for that. I don't plan to do that, but sometimes a switch just flips inside of me and I become a monster. God protect us if I can't get control of myself. If I've never been mean to you, praise the Lord and pass the peanut butter! We'll pretend we're just little kids and make up!
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)