Liberation.
Hello to you, whoever you REALLY are.
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I was suddenly thinking how totally liberating the Web for us all.
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We are able to be the person that we want to be, and not the toungue-tied and unsure person that we may feel that we are in everyday life.
It is like there is both us, and our alter-ego.
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For all you know, I could be signed up on Twitter as a studly world shaker, risk taker and international moneymaker, advisor to the stars and the jet set.
I could actually BE that fit young stud, having great fun now in the persona of an older woman who paints, and indulging my taste for poetry, to which I can subject you whether you want it or not!
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Big H, my dog, has the personality that I have invested him with, and obviously is very well trained, does mostly what he is told, sleeps in my bed, and eats food off the floor when I am not watching….and off the plates!
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It is true that I do read The Times, but mainly the Financial Times in order to make even more money, to spend on even more women.
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We speak to people and we build up our mental pictures and then form our relationships, based upon that information…no wonder the cyber-worlds are so popular now, in those constructs we can be our Avatar and have some real control in that environment.
Nothing like the real world can be sometimes, when the actions of other people can hurt us where we are most vulnerable and unprotected.
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Is it possible that we could all end up living in our little rooms, attached to the Web, living our lives with everything that man, woman or child, could desire, totally unwilling to face the reality outside the door, and the everyday demands and concessions of life.
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How strange society could become if it grew that way.
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In many ways society is being presented as something to fear, helped by lurid headlines and news stories, how compelling might it eventually seem to have no actual physical risk or connection at all.
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If that were true, then the fact that I am actually a somewhat grubby fellow, sitting here buried in beer cans, takeaway boxes and games, while nattily dressed in a pair of large, baggy, old, purple bri-nylon, grey edged underpants from the seventies, is of no importance at all……because to some of you I am a fresh faced, sexy, sassy,natural blonde eighteen year old …and you want me!
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We are all in a bright, new, modern version of Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
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Oh-Oh where’s the wicked witch!
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LOL
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