Take it to pms? I had no idea such passions were aroused. It's a persona, you understand, slightly less me than Theodore Dalrymple is Tony Daniels. I'll be serious if you like.
I'm 61 soon and have had a heroin habit for quarter of a century. You envy that? In real life, I don't think I'm 'biased' against anyone; as a 'junkie' I know quite a lot about being biased against. I surely never made any decisions for anyone else or ever thought I had 'a hold' over them, rather the contrary. I don't 'fight' for anyone. In support of someone, perhaps, but not for any abstract or to be anti-something. I don't think I'm 'superior' and know I'm no more important than anyone else. Nor inferior, unless I'm afraid. We all have specific capacities and when you fill the spectrum, you've a community. You agree? I'm conditioned. Aren't you? At times, I've behaved in ways I perhaps wouldn't have but for the dope. Haven't you? Of course it's the law, not the drug, that makes 'junkies' - that's at the heart of what I'm on about - but, other than appreciating it's not that easy, I've no idea what to do about the drug laws or treatment. Or anything you can vaguely term 'political'. Have you?
In everyday 3D, I think my reaction to you can say more about me than it does about you. In cyberspace 'you' exist only as an extension of a 'me' which doesn't exist either. You can 'cut down' people, as you may want to in a nightclub. There, fear of a violent reaction, of stupidity, will stop you; online, you're freer. Like in the club. I don't knock you for being stupid, I just want us all to wise up. I'm student, not teacher and so are you. You have no face but the one I give you, which has to be an aspect of the same face as you give to me. We're alone with metaphysics, first love of all poets, and the information. I know nothing, same as you, and the best for which I may hope is to serve something of which I know nothing.
In cyberspace, it's a different sort of dynamic, without eyes, ears, smell or weather. I could be a bank clerk in Sheen and you a dyke in Damascus, we create an idea of our fellow posters from a balance of informational probability, our projections and imagination. We can, consciously or not, shade our personalities - to appear a winner, to pull that girl on Facebook or for a hundred other reasons; we create an image in hope of it earning a desirable response. In service, the desirable response is not for your personal benefit. Sure, I sometimes wonder what I serve; same as everyone, it varies. But occasionally the 'me that isn't I' gets through. The rest of the time, it's best just try to laugh.
The dope isn't a 'pain' killer, just makes it you don't care so much or, at times, at all. Have I got the right you? What's your service, how do you rank? Where you going, where you been, who's your sponsor outside of Vegas? On a different level? If we want it, but I'm not on it right now and neither are you. So what are we doing on no longer obscure drug sites - looking to score, to share that hilarious episode of projectile vomiting, for 'personal' friends or a sense of belonging? Impersonally, can it go anywhere the Mail readers forum doesn't reach? Don't ask me, it's just the same as asking Brimz, etc. We're stranded and only our kinds of love, nothing else, can set the spark.
PM ends.