Sincerely, Anonymous

By David Gibson -
I seem to come back to this blog about once every year and make a small stab at trying to achieve the level of honesty I see every day on social media but can rarely summon as I once did when I felt anonymous in my life. I am not sure if I will ever feel sincerely anonymous again, but in many ways I feel naked, stripped of the socially conscientious mores that once held me to a certain social circle. The people who might read this are in fact the same ones I have left behind. Because at some level I find them profoundly insincere, with agendas preceding true friendship, with a need to gather intel rather that share the true fragility of their lives. It used to be that sharing was caring. Now it's just another way to show off.

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