Anonymous posts
make some people feel nervous
without a reason.
When you read about my feelings, or my dog you see what is inside of me.
There is nothing to hide.
If you relate to my words about love or intimacy or loneliness or pain,
then we are sharing and exploring emotions together. Our names don’t matter.
If you write to me and I answer, it is only to let you know I hear you, and read what you say.
It’s the only way I know you are there.
It is not to ask you for more, or to make you curious.
Just to be clear:
I know what a haiku is, and isn’t, and that some people dislike my comments on my life; just don’t click on them.
I am real, and use my real name, but really only a few people know both IRL me and internet me.
You know who you are. (You’ve met my dog.)
I do this for the connection created when you understand me and not to anger or upset anyone.
I do like it if you like it too.
It’s just that and not more.
There were as many reasons for reading, posting, and responding to Missed Connections as there were people reading, posting, and responding. I’d like to think the overwhelming majority of those were not nefarious (as the new law and subsequent regulations intimate). But, when an online bulletin-board is free and open, those dark elements do creep in and ultimately change the space. The Seattle MC is a quieter place now that all the haiku posts and the discussions they prompted have been removed. Fortunately, I have a lot of them saved. š