Somehow we all expect people to think, act and feel like us, when in fact we are all on our own separate journey.
I personally chose not to engage in a conversation on my blog with people who are not willing to let me see their face.
How many of you would want to discuss your lives with a ‘known’ stranger? Not a stranger, but someone who knows you but wants to be treated like a stranger.
It seems to me that like the klu klux klan you can say things you would normally not say without your sheet.
The anonymity of you, feels abusive to me, for I am at a disadvantage…you know things about me, that I would know about you, if your revealed yourself to me.
It is like having ghostwriters.
I am even finding it odd that not only does the opposition have no names, but so do the supporters. I personally would love to know who understands and comprehends my journey.
And the only conclusion I can come up with for hiding is fear.
Otherwise why hide? I know one person said that being anonymous prevents being rejected.
And that is a concept to consider. Rejection. Having your own opinion may lead to rejection? Rejection by whom?
I even feel that perhaps I would reject some comments if I knew the source, for each time we hear a bit of gossip, we always first consider the source.
Just because it sounds good, you have to see whose mouth it is coming from. Words sound different depending upon who is saying them.
Each of us has relationships and our past experiences with a person will color how the words land upon our ears. We either know from the past how empty and hollow they are or how solid and firm and trusting.
While many think it makes no difference that words are words and it matters not who speaks them, trust me it matters.
Hearing “I love you” from someone who has neglected you and has lived a self absorbed life, falls flat to the floor after ricocheting around inside your heart, looking for warm fuzzy feelings. And an “I love you” that comes from a mutually loving and trusting relationship snuggles easily inside.
It matters to me, who is saying the words.
I M Perfect lady 