Dearest Oedipa –
See? If the snark rapier mountain won’t come to Muhammed – well, Muhammed must call an Uber and come to the mountain. Exhilarating to be posting rather than commenting! Though for one of my first postings it is surprisingly self-serving.
Such freedom! I can write whatever I want, and until I hit post there isn’t even the dank scent of dark green troll underneath the bridge! How wonderful.
Which brings me to my LINS friend, Oedipa. So I know you are witty, you have a heart and a sense of humor, you call bullshit when you hear it, and you are not afraid to charge in. All great qualities! If that is all that I may know about you, I am content. But if there is more, let there be more!
Here’s what I’ve learned on LINS so far. Everyone suffers. Some people when they suffer do so in silence, which only breaks when it becomes unbearable. Others when they suffer reach out to the world, hoping for a connection. And still others who were damaged a long time ago believe they will feel better if they spread their vitriol, but they never feel better. My belief is that a cynic is not someone who cares too little, but someone who once cared too much.
So, Oedipa, Electra, solver of riddles of Sphinxes – what’s your view?
No longer a 2016 posting virgin,