I like this one.

[techdragon]

I like this meme and it feels like a good day to use it again. I am currently sewing and cleaning (till work at 2pm)... so talk to me. :)

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Anonymous post....

I've always been a keeper of secrets, a falling apart pirate chest filled with old memories and faces and kisses disguised as golden coins. I've seen this done, and I think I want to try it.

Please, just post anonymously (that's the only condition).

Tell me anything. A secret. Something you might have wanted to say to me. Something you might have wanted to say to someone else. A sin. A Triumph. A crush. A lust. Something. Anything. Everything. Tell me something. Give me something to ponder, exclaim over, become inspired by or even maybe cry to when I come home after the sun is beyond my sky. Share with me, and I promise, I'll share with you.

[EDIT: IP logging is off]

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[(Anonymous)]

I just happened upon this page. Interesting what people will write from the safety of disguise. This post is the most interesting to me on this page. It starts with someone, desparate to share themelves, pretending that they are writing with the goal of remaining unknown. You do know, don't you, that you wrote this really in the hopes that someone would find you here? Someone who would read your words and understand you! And someone bit - responded and tried to connect with you. You pushed them away to start. It's not until a note later that you suddenly seem interested, and so I can't help but think that you brought someone here - perhaps asked them to read this blog. A huge step for you. I say this because, first, you're not interested and then suddenly, you want to meet them offline. Aahhhh - then the twist. Someone posing as someone who left a post. So much drama - so much sadness and desperation here. This site has been cold for years. I doubt any of you still visit here. (Though I wonder if the original author doesn't return every once in a while - just in case.)

I wonder where you're at - if you've connected - troubled soul/original author and cautious optimist who sees the world in terms of song lyrics (good choices by the way). If I had to guess, I think I could tell you the ending of this story. I think you do know each other. My guess is you've long ago admitted this to each other. I presume the original author freaked out and pushed the optimist away - far enough away that you're not even friends anymore. Don't you understand, optimist? Some people spend so much time fostering their unhappiness that, even when something good comes into their life, they can't help but choose to be unhappy. It's all they know. Since only they can change that behavior, your love is better invested elsewhere (though I'd guess that "saving lost souls" is kind of your thing.

Guess I'll never know but regardless, it was fun to speculate.