Here I sit in front of my computer almost every day or every other day getting lost in the strength, confidence and beauty of all these amazing women, and yet part of me almost feels a little like a voyeur, peering in through a window. Almost as if I want too see all of that his site has to offer and yet keep myself in the shadow, or in this voyeur metaphor, just outside the window.
It's that interesting experience that I'm sure everyone goes through where you know you're almost definitely in a safe place with like-minded individuals and yet you choose to hold back just enough to look like the faceless mob that roams all corners of the internet.
I'm sure some would view this as some sort of chemical imbalance in myself, or perhaps a lack of confidence, or go the route of something must have happened to me in my past to cause me to cling to my anonymity. I could tell you its everything or just a few, just so I could continue to be vague, but would that be even less beneficial than just being that person that drops a quick comment on photo sets I like, and then disappearing to other corners of the internet?
So many questions, and yet I don't really have any answers, but to get a little philosophical, does anyone truly have even half the answers? IS it so wrong not to know every answer, angle, twist in life?
I think it is obvious at this point that I have no issue going down a rabbit hole, as deep as I can, perhaps in an attempt to lose invisible and probably fictional pursuers and once again try to blend into the shadows that the internet provides us all... and yet I'm going to hit the post button, so in some way, some little way, I'm leaving a small crack in the door, a dim light for others to follow. I guess I will see what will come of this.