PS: I'm starting to find this list an exasperating waste of time.
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Which I totally understand!
In my fantasies, my posts become sharper and stranger, glittering anti-meta objects of pure information...ancient and cold like the surface of some ice shrouded moon orbiting a distant gas giant.
Gone are nostalgia, biography, romanticism, sentiment, the desire to make friends or win arguments, disappointment, the need to be understood, the wish to be heard, even the longing for love.
In this dream, I become, a darkly shining thing, crisply alienated and, like Tolkien's Galadriel, simultaneously beautiful and terrible to behold. Yes, wholly other.
But!
Since I'm stuck living in this decaying meat suit till I die, that's clearly not possible. So, exasperations and all, I embrace my annoying, messy humanity.
Which is another way of saying...in truth, we're all a bunch of wankers but who else have we got in this crazy world?
.d.