Who's going to be my Friend?

[Rosnet]

If you adapt, then you immediately become unhappy. If you do feel the need for company, you should at least be patient till you find someone like you, or someone whol likes you as you are. You can't change to suit everyone, can you?

 

[Roman]

So, had humans never left Africa, we would have stayed happy? It's our nature to adapt. Without flexibility we die, we perish, we are wiped out. Those who don't adapt don't exist, or don't exist for long.

 

[Mrs.Lucysnow]

Water
"I think you just find it offensive that the Bible is referenced"

Well tis true the bible does irk me some but I didn't find the reference offensive I just disagree with it.

Peace

 

[Bells]

But we are social animals, and will never be happy without other people. We must adapt to what other people want in order to make them happy so that they will make us happy.

Yes we are social animals Roman. You are quite correct. But why should we adapt to suit the needs and wants of others or be what others expect us to be? If you think about how many people you know and wish to make or be happy in your life, do you think you would adapt yourself to suit the needs and wants of each and every one of those individuals, just so that each of them is happy? Wouldn't you lose your sense of self in doing so?

Why should any person lose their identity, their very being, to be what another wants? I find the idea of doing so sickening actually. If someone can't accept you for who you are without trying to change you or without you having to change yourself, then that person is not worth having in your life.

A person can be stripped bare of all their possessions but the one thing that can never be taken from them is their identity and their individuality. Why would any person willingly give that away to be social? I'd rather be myself and alone, than be someone I am not and have friends.

 

[Roman]

If you think about how many people you know and wish to make or be happy in your life, do you think you would adapt yourself to suit the needs and wants of each and every one of those individuals, just so that each of them is happy? Wouldn't you lose your sense of self in doing so?

I know lots of people. I wish to make very few of them happy. I have no problems modifying my behavior for the handful of people I like. To stay that we should be static personalities without flexibility is both unrealistic and unhuman. I immediately disbelieve anyone with such pretenses, especially when they're female.

 

[Bells]

I know lots of people. I wish to make very few of them happy. I have no problems modifying my behavior for the handful of people I like. To stay that we should be static personalities without flexibility is both unrealistic and unhuman. I immediately disbelieve anyone with such pretenses, especially when they're female.

Pray tell Roman. What does being female have to do with anything?

If you are the type of person who feels happy in not letting others know your true self and to accept you for who you are, then woohoo for you. I guess I can understand why someone would alter their behaviour in certain situations. I mean if you are the type of person who bares their backside in public or swings from the light fixtures while throwing food at the walls, then maybe a modification in behaviour is needed. However, if you aren't that way inclined, why do you feel the need to modify yourself to suit the people you like? Can't they 'like' or accept you for who you are?

How boring would it be if we all adapted ourselves to suit the needs of others just to be accepted. We'd all be the same. It would also be highly hypocritical. Why hide who you are?

 

[Mrs.Lucysnow]

Satry I am working on an email.


Bells

"The fight for one's utopia should never cease and the day you give up fighting for what you think is better is the day you sell your soul (for lack of a better term)."

Well done I think that's exactly what Pol Pot told the Khmer Rouge as they were fighting for utopia.

Fighting for a utopia is different from pursuing ones dreams. The definition of utopia is 'A fictional perfect place, such as "paradise" or "heaven."' Why would you advocate fighting for a fiction? For something unattainable?

Whether we like it or not we are adapting and readapting to people and circumstances all the time but that is different from losing ones identity (if such a thing is possible). Adapting to the world is a sign of maturity. A signal that one has accepted that life is what it is and we have to adapt to it, it will not readapt itself to us. It doesn't denote a lack of discernment or personal power to change some things for the better. It also doesnt mean one is changing or hiding themselves to suit others needs, if anything adaptation is used to meet ones own.

To change the context a little concerning fighting for utopia's I remember during the Live 8 concert how irritated aid workers were at the event. The naivete concerning Africa and poverty in general as if a gathering of songsters could change that and build...ahem...awareness. Give them more aid? It makes matters worse because the regimes are corrupt and often sell or deplete aid money which is why a country like Cambodia that has millions poured in every year and has every aid agency in the world represented is still one of the poorest. One would think that with all that international aid (which literally floats the country and makes generals rich) there would be at least one decent hospital, more educated Khmers and enough food but no even the infant mortality rate is higher. One would think that there would be an infrastructure to deal with the homeless children living on the riverfront. It has only made the country worse and fattened up Phnom Penh where all the money circulates among the wealthy. If aid were to stop the threat of course is civil war (like somalia). Ask any one of those aid workers what they think should happen and they perk up and say wipe out the debt, stop giving them aid, go and build roads, schools etc (literally not just giving them $) and then get the hell out and leave it to them to figure out because these countries are actually land and resource rich. What's the point in giving governments money if they don't care about their own people? Instead we mix aid with utopian concepts like human rights and democracy and wonder why things are getting worse. The utopian fantasy of having 0 poverty at any time is simply unrealistic and not even the true agenda of the West but Bono and Geldorf (not to mention Jolie) leave their mansions for two seconds and then think they are doing something...and they are but its for themselves to make themselves feel better as I suspect it did for the people attending the concert drunk on their own utopian fantasy yet never dealing with reality. Hell Africa is poorer since his first Live Aid but that doesnt stop their self-serving efforts. Most Africans either didn't know it was happening or resented its implications. So much for fictions, fantasies and utopias. If only, if only we could just see things without the veil of nostalgia and ridiculous hopes!

 

[Satyr]

Bells

One should never change themselves to suit the needs of others. And one should never adapt to the point of losing their own identity just so they can 'fit in' or fit into the mould (whatever that may be). There is no mould. We are all individual human beings, with individual dreams, desires, loves, hates, personalities, delusions, allusions, wants and needs.

The irony about such magnanimous statements is that those, most often, speaking them are the ones that least perceive their own motives.

It is those “….individual dreams, desires, loves, hates, personalities, delusions, allusions, wants and needs.” that make the process of adaptation essential.

When someone is understanding and compassionate towards a friend after he/she has been hurt, when they really want to tell them how stupid they were or what a mistake they made, they are being hypocritical.
When a mother tells her child how special it is, destined for greatness when she secretly doubts it herself, she is being hypocritical.
When one says thank you when they want to say “What the hell kind of gift is this.” they are being hypocritical.
When someone sits at a table and delicately cuts his food, keeping his elbows off the table, and then slowly munches on the piece of meat when they really want to grab it with their hands and devour it, they are being hypocritical.
When we keep our mouths shut because we don’t want to say something that will offend or hurt the other, we are being hypocritical.
When we say “Excuse me” after we burp we are being hypocritical.
When we lend an understanding ear to a loved one who has fallen upon the same old error once more or we carefully select our critiques and pull our punches so as to not cause them pain, we are being hypocritical.

So to all you pure souls out there, who live genuine lives full of open truthful relationships and deep intimacies, I tell you there are lies you speak and pretences you act out daily which you yourself have excused or redefined to suit your opinion of yourself based on social and cultural ideals.

The hard ‘truth’, oh dear spirits of purity, is that nothing can be accomplished or attained without effort and in many cases without the assistance of others.
This dependence necessitates a certain deferment of self, a certain pretence so as to make ourselves more likable to the other and gain from them what we require.

Unless we are willing to go off and live as hermits in the desert, we cannot speak of genuine selves or unhindered expressions of our inner reality. And even a hermit must repress parts of his will to maintain congruity and survivability within natures rule.

All of civilization, in fact the concept of civility, is based on repressing and limiting the free expression of our natures. Morality, law, etiquette, civility are all rules of suppression. It is the whole keeping peace by limiting the free reign of individuality.

So, please spare me the nonsense with your romantic claptrap.

Perhaps there seems to be a disagreement based on definitions.
Whereas you believe hypocrisy must be pronounced and obvious and wilful I’m talking about subtlety and unconscious hypocrisy, the kind that seeps out quietly and lingers behind every word and action.

The fight for one's utopia should never cease and the day you give up fighting for what you think is better is the day you sell your soul (for lack of a better term).

Martyrs are a special brand of fool.
But even their hypocrisy becomes obvious, in time.

 

[Bells]

Fighting for a utopia is different from pursuing ones dreams. The definition of utopia is 'A fictional perfect place, such as "paradise" or "heaven."' Why would you advocate fighting for a fiction? For something unattainable?

Ah Lucysnow... Welcome back!

I understand what you mean. But I guess by the same token, why would you not fight for what you see as being paradise or the perfect place? For some it is attainable and achievable. After all, don't we all fight for our own version of heaven? And I don't mean heaven in the biblical sense, but our own personal heaven.

Whether we like it or not we are adapting and readapting to people and circumstances all the time but that is different from losing ones identity (if such a thing is possible). Adapting to the world is a sign of maturity. A signal that one has accepted that life is what it is and we have to adapt to it, it will not readapt itself to us. It doesn't denote a lack of discernment or personal power to change some things for the better. It also doesnt mean one is changing or hiding themselves to suit others needs, if anything adaptation is used to meet ones own.

I fully agree with you. Yes we do adapt to the environment to which we belong. Believe me, I understand when you say that we have to adapt to life. I've found myself doing so much adapting in the last seven and a half months that at one point I'd felt in danger of losing my mind. The only thing that kept me from throwing myself out the window was the knowledge that I was still myself. That no matter how much things were changing, I was still "me".

In my reply to Satyr and later on to Roman, I meant that one should not change oneself to be liked and to simply fit in in the social sense I guess. That if others can't accept you for who you are and what you are, then they aren't worth knowing.

As to losing one's identity. It can and does happen. People who strive so much to fit in, alter so completely that they no longer know who they are or what they stand for. Where the need to be pleasing to everyone results in the total loss of self. For example, think of an individual who is normally very intelligent, articulate and quite intellectual, who finds themselves amongst a group of air heads and becomes an airhead to fit in and be liked. People who change to be just like everyone else so as to not stand out in the crowd. It is our differences which makes us interesting in the long run.

 

[water]

Satyr,

In the end one must adapt to the world he finds, instead of fighting for the world he thinks he wants and believes will be better.

Adapting to what world?
Are other people -- just *anyone* on the planet -- *your* world?

You are a stranger -- not a stranger *to* someone, but a stranger by definition, you don't even need someone to whom you would be a stranger to. This is why you never seem to "fit in".

This…is the human race:
Stupid, ignorant, infectious, relentless, inventive, persistent, delusional, pretentious, cruel, loving, selfish pretending selflessness, interesting and mundane in its repetitiveness, fragile and imaginative.

The only problem being if you think people are *all* this at once; or should be only one of this at all times.

This -- that they are all what you have mentioned above at the same time -- makes a hellish brew. No wonder it can't be liked.

It is the absurdity of it all that is the most fascinating and entertaining, the utter futility of it, from a purely individualistic perspective of course, because no transcending ‘truths’ can be uttered without the smell of ….bullshit in the air.

This is so only among strangers.

(Maybe "Stranger" could be your new screen name!")

We can only present our opinions based on our preferences, built on our experiences and psychological leanings and governed by an underlying despair at the thought of our inevitable demise.

So?

Some would call my perspective a capitulation, a sign of fatigue and the end result of aging and an attempt to excuse ones self from ones own inferiority or character.

Such words can only be uttered by the young and delusional. Those still trembling with untapped resources and unblemished illusions, those still dreaming about making a difference and finding a way.
Finally they will know as well or they will be swept away on the wings of fantasy and cultural ‘truth’.

Would you like to milk a pink cow?

It is truly fatigue, my newfound friend, which speaks through my bones; a fatigue of a solitary man fighting against eternity, against the unknown, against futility and suddenly discovering his limitations. A sensation no man, who has ever thought, can ever avoid or deny; an inevitability sheer Will can only oppose, for a while, and in the nothingness find reasons to persist.

You need a soft cushion.

The young and the ignorant still dream about changing the world and standing up to reality and solving the puzzles. They have yet to feel times wrath and the war of attrition; they have yet to reach their wits ends or feel the body’s feebleness.

Pooky, so it is.

So, they can afford to play God and speak the grand words and defend the masks that make mankind tolerable.

You are making the mistake of putting everyone who speaks of God into the same box.

They can wear the masks and wardrobe of their selected icons and dance about blaming everyone else, but themselves, of pretentiousness and posturing and weakness.

You need that cow. And that cushion. Pink. Pink they must be.

You can’t imagine how many times I’ve listened to toddlers speak about love, when they have never learned or haven’t been allowed to hate first.
How many times have I not listened to infants speak of pretentiousness when their entire culture is built on pretentiousness and the act of civility, the staging of civilization, is what is called being sociable or ambitious.

But seriously now.

You need a friend. Several friends.


I know you think me all pink and rosy and stupid and idealistic, and I probably come across that way.
I feel an attraction to you. I also have an aversion to you.
We are, in fact, so much alike, it is scary. When it comes to insight into the human misery, I certainly am not as eloquent as you, but I very well understand what you are saying. I oppose you on principle, due to my wonderful quasi-bourgeois upbringing. And had I been more used to speaking my mind, I had developed my understanding of the human misery the way you have. I seem to have skipped this part somehow though.

But enough of this. You are wondering about who is going to be your friend. Seven pages and you only received a few offers.

I admit: I am an indecisive coward when it comes to you. While attracted to you, something seems wrong. I wish I had more direction, more motivation, I wish I would be more decisive -- I'd spare you of the trouble I caused you.

There are people who are proud not to care for you. And I sometimes think you, too, are proud not to care about others. I'm tempted to be proud not to care as well.

I think what is wrong is that we base our friendships on who the other person is -- instead of basing our friendship on what the other person means to us, how we behave towards them and how they behave towards us.

One can never know the other person in full, and people change as well anyway.
It is only reasonable to base on what we can indeed observe -- and that is our and their behaviour, and what they mean to us.


You have been kind to me, sometimes.
I don't remember ever being kind to you. It is such a shame: it was *I* who was unkind, *I* have denied a fellow person my kindness when I had no grounds to do so. I am sorry for that.


I would offer you my friendship, but I know that right now, I could only be a cow and a tease to you, stupid that I am.

Please forgive me.

 

[wesmorris]

Hell there are a lot of people here I like. But how relevant is "here" in the context of actual friends? Here we are virtual, as Satyr so clearly, aptly and repeatedly demonstrates. You stand with me in my presence, I can tell you if I'll be your friend - and you'll be able to tell if I mean it (given adequate perception) because I'm an emotionally transparent bastard.

Here is where Satyr's words ring most true - as it boils down to a farce. "Like" and "love" here are at their core, ungrounded. I like a lot of people here, but I have no clue if that would carry over to their actual presence.

 

[Satyr]

water

Adapting to what world?
Are other people -- just *anyone* on the planet -- *your* world?

‘When Zorba dies, so does his world’ …or words to that effect.

You are a stranger -- not a stranger *to* someone, but a stranger by definition, you don't even need someone to whom you would be a stranger to. This is why you never seem to "fit in".

Story of my life.

Always the new guy, the out-of-towner, the outsider.

Comes from moving around all the time, as a kid.

I guess that’s why I prefer some stability these days.

This is so only among strangers.

(Maybe "Stranger" could be your new screen name!")

How about weirdo instead?

Can you say with certainty that we are not all strangers?
We all live and die alone, no matter how many friends or family members we have.

A mans life is a solitary journey. This is why art is essential and why we speak and why we create.

Would you like to milk a pink cow?

Does she have large teats?

You need that cow. And that cushion. Pink. Pink they must be.

And plump.

Nice round, plump…..anyways.

But seriously now.

You need a friend. Several friends.

Ah, duuuh...did you read the thread title?

I know you think me all pink and rosy and stupid and idealistic, and I probably come across that way.
I feel an attraction to you. I also have an aversion to you.

Oh dear.
You make me blush.

But enough of this. You are wondering about who is going to be your friend. Seven pages and you only received a few offers.

Two, I believe.

But quantity is compensated by quality.
As always with me.

What would I do with multiple morons to bore me to tears when a few bitches and a man-whore are enough?

Be my slave…..please.

I admit: I am an indecisive coward when it comes to you. While attracted to you, something seems wrong. I wish I had more direction, more motivation, I wish I would be more decisive -- I'd spare you of the trouble I caused you.

'Twas no trouble at all.
But such admissions out in the open will make royalty snicker and clowns gasp.

There are people who are proud not to care for you. And I sometimes think you, too, are proud not to care about others. I'm tempted to be proud not to care as well.

I care about some people.
I just know what I’m caring about and why.

I think what is wrong is that we base our friendships on who the other person is -- instead of basing our friendship on what the other person means to us, how we behave towards them and how they behave towards us.

In other words, in how they provide what we need.
In return we provide what they need.

It’s quit ingenious really. Economy was not invented by man.

You have been kind to me, sometimes.

Once, last year, from what I recall.

I won’t admit to it again.

I don't remember ever being kind to you. It is such a shame: it was *I* who was unkind, *I* have denied a fellow person my kindness when I had no grounds to do so. I am sorry for that.

Water off my skin.

I would offer you my friendship, but I know that right now, I could only be a cow and a tease to you, stupid that I am.

Please forgive me.

Ah shucks…okay.


Okay so I now have 3-4 Sciforum friends.
I feel so special.

Now what?


As wesmoris points out, I don’t know if internet friendships can translate to real ones.

 

[water]

Bells,

Yes we are social animals Roman. You are quite correct. But why should we adapt to suit the needs and wants of others or be what others expect us to be? If you think about how many people you know and wish to make or be happy in your life, do you think you would adapt yourself to suit the needs and wants of each and every one of those individuals, just so that each of them is happy? Wouldn't you lose your sense of self in doing so?

I used to be a prick going into two extremes:
Not moving an inch, not adapting an inch. -- Adapt perfectly.
Both was leaving me miserable.

Why should any person lose their identity, their very being, to be what another wants?

Because you luuuuuuuv them! And you want them to luuuuuuuv you baaaaack!

A person can be stripped bare of all their possessions but the one thing that can never be taken from them is their identity and their individuality. Why would any person willingly give that away to be social? I'd rather be myself and alone, than be someone I am not and have friends.

Bleh blah. How many good, middle-class girls do you know?
Their "identity" and their "individuality" consist of "choosing" what popular culture is offering. Of course, they all look the same, think the same. The differences are merely superficial, cosmetic.

These good girls know what it means to have an identity, and they know how undesirable it is to actually have one, that *true* one. So they dress up, mask it, make that true identity bearable, they stifle it with what they think they should be -- for society makes it clear to them that they must be so and so, or nobody will want them.
And this for so long, until all that is left of that true identity is a cry on a Sunday afternoon, a cry they can't understand.


* * *


Roman,

I know lots of people. I wish to make very few of them happy. I have no problems modifying my behavior for the handful of people I like. To stay that we should be static personalities without flexibility is both unrealistic and unhuman. I immediately disbelieve anyone with such pretenses, especially when they're female.

Hate me! I'm such a bitch. I don't care about people, I don't adapt one bit. I present viable arguments and seek solutions to problems.
And you know why? Because all my life, it has been beaten into me that my love is worth nothing. And I have stopped loving.


* * *

Bells,

Pray tell Roman. What does being female have to do with anything?

Bells, women are masters of pretense. Don't pretend. Eh.

If you are the type of person who feels happy in not letting others know your true self and to accept you for who you are, then woohoo for you.

I don't know where and how you were raised, but I was taught to make an effort to be someone else, as I am not good enough, and should be endlessly ashamed of myself. It was expected of me to be happy in not letting others know my true self.
Now, *this*, this, I tell you, is misery.

How boring would it be if we all adapted ourselves to suit the needs of others just to be accepted.

Ah. Think about it. Think when *all* do that. Nobody has genuine needs. They're all fake.

We'd all be the same. It would also be highly hypocritical.

So what if it would be hypocritical? It's not like there is a law against hypocrisy.
You know, the rules of economy and seeking profit make everything potentially valuable.

Why hide who you are?

Must you ask?
Have you fallen from the moon to think that people just wait to be embraced by you?


* * *


Satyr,

The irony about such magnanimous statements is that those, most often, speaking them are the ones that least perceive their own motives.

It is those “….individual dreams, desires, loves, hates, personalities, delusions, allusions, wants and needs.” that make the process of adaptation essential.

Yes. "Be special. Use product X./ Wear Y. / Drive Z."
It is an instilled sense of specialness, fashion -- the great equalizer.

When someone is understanding and compassionate towards a friend after he/she has been hurt, when they really want to tell them how stupid they were or what a mistake they made, they are being hypocritical.

This, I don't agree with though. You can tell a person they have done something stupid, while still being compassionate.

When a mother tells her child how special it is, destined for greatness when she secretly doubts it herself, she is being hypocritical.

Why I resent Americans. They have made a farce out of praising.

When we keep our mouths shut because we don’t want to say something that will offend or hurt the other, we are being hypocritical.

Strange. I have always been too rude to think that way. I have never refrained from saying things because of fear of hurting the other person. I never had such compassion.
I refrained from saying those things because I have calculated it might make me unpopular with them.

The hard ‘truth’, oh dear spirits of purity, is that nothing can be accomplished or attained without effort and in many cases without the assistance of others.
This dependence necessitates a certain deferment of self, a certain pretence so as to make ourselves more likable to the other and gain from them what we require.

It depends on what you want to accomplish.
I'm a good team-player when it comes to a task. I make that task my goal, and in this, I completely detach myself. Say, we could be working together on a project, and you could swear at me all you wanted, criticize me, but I wouldn't care, I'd only see the task and what needs to be done. I'd be perfectly reasonable.
Put me somewhere where there is no such task, and I lose my ways.

Unless we are willing to go off and live as hermits in the desert, we cannot speak of genuine selves or unhindered expressions of our inner reality.

I disagree. Maybe it is because I am so plain that it overtly influences the way I think about other people.
Anyway, I think it is possible to be oneself, one's genuine self regardless of others.

All of civilization, in fact the concept of civility, is based on repressing and limiting the free expression of our natures. Morality, law, etiquette, civility are all rules of suppression. It is the whole keeping peace by limiting the free reign of individuality.

This is an old argument.
It all depends on what is deemed to be "our true nature". And usually, this is some projection, a rationalization of how we wish we could be, or how we should be. Which is just a reflection of how we presently are -- depending on the material.

 

[Rick]

I didnt go through the thread, my apologies.I would be your friend,if:
1.)you are a girl (this one is mandatory).
2.) you"re a hot babe from NJ/NY/CA/
3.)if your normal dressing sense disallows you to cover your legs and thighs, and necks and backs....
4.)If you hit clubs regularly.

 

[water]

Satyr,

Can you say with certainty that we are not all strangers?

Some seem to be more strangers than others.

We all live and die alone, no matter how many friends or family members we have.

There is nobody else living up ther ein your head, but you. In this manner, we are alone.
But I have a cat!

But such admissions out in the open will make royalty snicker and clowns gasp.

Like I care.
The royalties wish to have their asses licked -- which I am not going to do.
The clowns gasp -- and so what.

In other words, in how they provide what we need.
In return we provide what they need.

It’s quit ingenious really. Economy was not invented by man.

Yes. But we should be true to this "economy" -- and not pervert it, and make it depend on *who* the other person is and *who* we are.

Okay so I now have 3-4 Sciforum friends.
I feel so special.

Now what?

Now be friends!

As wesmoris points out, I don’t know if internet friendships can translate to real ones.

They can. It all depends on the motivations of people.

In fact, a relationship started via the internet has the potential benefit of a greater clarity of decision. The written medium and the time-delayed communication allow for a clarity that can easily be overlooked in face-to-face communication.
Also, it is easier to find people of similar interests and outlooks this way because of the forum structure. The "market" is clearer here than in face-to-face communication; here, you get to see right away how a person's mind works, even before you know them in person.

 

[Cottontop3000]

In fact, a relationship started via the internet has the potential benefit of a greater clarity of decision. The written medium and the time-delayed communication allow for a clarity that can easily be overlooked in face-to-face communication.
Also, it is easier to find people of similar interests and outlooks this way because of the forum structure. The "market" is clearer here than in face-to-face communication; here, you get to see right away how a person's mind works, even before you know them in person.

Doesn't always work out, though, does it my sweet?

 

[water]

Doesn't always work out, though, does it my sweet?

How do you mean?

 

[Satyr]

water

There is nobody else living up ther ein your head, but you. In this manner, we are alone.
But I have a cat!

And a pussy…I suspect.

Like I care.
The royalties wish to have their asses licked -- which I am not going to do.
The clowns gasp -- and so what.

Just saying.

In fact, a relationship started via the internet has the potential benefit of a greater clarity of decision. The written medium and the time-delayed communication allow for a clarity that can easily be overlooked in face-to-face communication.

True. The rules seem to be reversed here.

Whereas in the ‘real’ world first impressions are visual and then one fights to preserve or overcome the prejudices based on his/her image using his character and mind, through this medium the mind is contacted first and the image is crafted with it, while the sensual representations remain hidden.

Also, it is easier to find people of similar interests and outlooks this way because of the forum structure. The "market" is clearer here than in face-to-face communication; here, you get to see right away how a person's mind works, even before you know them in person.

You mean that if you are hunting for a specific prey, you first think about its natural hangouts and stake them out.


Cottontop3000

Doesn't always work out, though, does it my sweet?

Have mouths been yapping and has information been exchanged?

 

[Cottontop3000]

Cottontop3000
Have mouths been yapping and has information been exchanged?

In the past, yes. I once told her that I loved her, and I still do. Though I don't know if she can understand my love or not. I love all mankind, and also hate all mankind, at the same time. If that can make any sense whatsoever.

 

[Satyr]

Cottontop3000

In the past, yes. I once told her that I loved her, and I still do. Though I don't know if she can understand my love or not. I love all mankind, and also hate all mankind, at the same time. If that can make any sense whatsoever.

My God how things have progressed, since my brief departure.

Such tales of passion on an internet Forum.

Now I remember what brings me back to this place, over and over again.
No other Forum, I know, has this double character.

So, you are not as new here as you pretend to be.
The plot thickens.