What the heck is this thing?! It befuddles, it drives me crazy! Why would people bother with me who doesn’t even talk back? With someone who is anti-social, reclusive, introvert, lazy and rude? Why do people come back to a dormant, burned-out has-been?
Is there love in this virtual world? Is it that illusionary and indispensable attachment even in this unreal world? Why does coming back into this orange and blue pages of my dashboard and editor fell like homecoming? Why do the faceless people with strange names and almost fictional personalities feel like family? Why do people come back here to hear me rant and weave and spin ugly tales? And why do I feel happy when they do?
What is this world? Why is it so wonderful?
How does it never fail in banishing my loneliness?
How does a wasted addiction, a obsessive fixation do that?