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Anonymity for the Soul

I've decided to try a little experiment.

Anonymous comments are enabled for this post. Please use them. Post anonymously. Post anything you wish. Comment on the blog, the website, my hair colour, anything. I really would like to know what will happen.

Feel free to post a story about you, or me, or your favourite TV show.

Just promise that you'll be honest, ok?

This will suck if nobody comments. Make a comment, ok?

Comments (43)

Anonymous:

Why are you doing this?

Anonymous:

Curiosity.

Anonymous:

Michael has girl cooties!

Anonymous:

Ah - that would make him the bottom in the relationship would it?

So . . . do you mean that despite the fact all my personal info is still displaye dwhile I type this, it won't show up?

Apparently not . . .

Anonymous:

You have to delete the personal stuff. At least it works when I do it.

Anonymous:

Gotcha

Anonymous:

Assume nothing. Buy everything.

Anonymous:

this is like show and tell in the dark!

Anonymous:

It's a bit creepy . . . I think I'd like to know who's commenting on what I wrote . . .

Anonymous:

never underestimate the power of a woman with a pointed shoe

Anonymous:

I sorta like this. Look at me, I'm invisible!

Anonymous:

michael, your six dancing naked ladies with bob haircuts are staring at me.... hippo pizza, please.

Anonymous:

I ruin everything! Always with the ruining! I get drunk, and ruin things.

Anonymous:

panties

Anonymous:

Pantie soup!

Anonymous:

Jock straps.

Anonymous:

chicken straps.

Anonymous:

Holy Crap . . .

Anonymous:

I think you're right. There isn't enough contrast between my text and background. =sob=


Does my writing style give me away?

Anonymous:

No, you're not a piece of old clothing. We'd never give you away. Not to...GOODWILL (dun-dun-dun)!

Anonymous:

Not the writing style, but the topic. I've only had that conversation with two people... process of elimination... integral... carry the three...

I think I know who you are. Do you?

Anonymous:

Yeah...I don't know who anyone is really...madness

Anonymous:

She works hard for the money!
So hard for the money!
She works hard for the money,
so you'd better treat her right!

Anonymous:

you people are all crazy

Anonymous:

I like being crazy.

Anonymous:

What the hell is going on here? Odd... Very odd.

Can I do it too?

Anonymous:

I think you just did.

Anonymous:

No... Can I have a blog too?

Anonymous:

What is your hair colour?

Anonymous:

brown, with a side of mayo.

Anonymous:

sure. just do a web search for "blogger" or something.

Anonymous:

Suck my mayonnaise covered dick.

Anonymous:

Pay attention to me!!!

Anonymous:

Who said that?

Anonymous:

Fuck You.
Fuck you so very very much.
I don't think that I could have put more blood sweat, tears and emotional resources into any other relationship.
You try and act all supportive, and that you still want to be friends and that you still love me. The fact is you don't.
You don't.
Especially in the ways that I want to be loved.
That I need.
Admit it.
I know that you fold like a deck of cards when i start to cry, but I am tired of nothing changing from those talks.
I feel like a played whore.
We'll talk,. but there is really nothing more that I can do to change. I have been waiting for you to come around for over a month. That isn't us "working on it".
It hurts like hell.

Anonymous:

ouch

Anonymous:

maybe you shouldn't have these annonymous comment blogs anymore. Some people's annonymous sides are scary.

This is Comment #40.

I did ask for it, I did expect something like it.

To comment #37 - If I've wronged you so much that you need to lash out at me in an anonymous but public way, I'm sorry. I doubt I ever meant to hurt you. If I did, I am deeply appologetic.

If this was meant as a joke, please tell me anonymously. I don't ever want to know who could say such hurtful, cruel things in jest. I'm not sure I could really call you a friend anymore if I knew you were responsible for hurting me in such a profound way.

Anonymous:

RE Comment 37.
Dang it.
I have spoken without thinking again.
My dear friend Michael, that comment was actually NOT about you, and I should have made that clear. Sorry for upsetting you. It was just something that I needed to get off my chest about someone else. I had stumbled onto the anonomous blog as things took an odd turn for me. But I think that everyone will eventually be happy.
I will stay anon for now, but a private happy little chocolate covered hint for you is: Glad to know that your van is at my service for when the time comes.

Feel free to erase #37.

Anonymous:

It should stay. We can't always delete the unpleasant bits of our lives. They're part of the whole thing.

Anonymous:

J. , you killed me, albiet unintentionally.
I am married now, have more kids...but I am still half gone.

When you left me for that damned volleyball chick because she "has a body like a brick shit house" that cut deep

4 years down the drain..

for your "associates"
You wouldn't even have taken the GED if I hadn't encouraged you.
You aren't even with her anymore...
My husband is a good man, he knows what you mean to me..
but every time we IM I am cut a bit more.

You would talk about fidelity when we were together, but now you talk of casual sex and familiarity.It makes me want to sleep with you, but I know I would just die a little more...
Apparently fidelity only applied to me...
I am sure you were the one who gave me STD, which caused my "infertility" which is another reason you "left"

I planned your death and hers, but I loved my daughter too much to do that..Prison is bad for a single mom so I waited until you were done with your dalliance.

But I found him.. he doesn't tell me that he will marry me when I lose ten pounds..
He just says he would marry me all over again..
EVERY DAY

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