The More You Ignore Me Read Free

indeed extraordinary.
    At first I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.
    True, the principal players resembled some from my past, but I vowed not to let the Personal distract me from the larger issues at hand, for beyond the resemblances to my previous intimate entanglement ( MFL ), and despite the poor match between Charli and Nico, I felt there was the potential for something special here.
    But what?
    I continued my observations, and despite what you might think (and, I admit, despite what I initially predicted), I found the perspectives of the young people on the blog to actually be quite engaging.
    In fact, after a time, I found them peculiarly resplendent with compassion, wit, and intellectual vigor.
    Believe me, I was as surprised as you.
    The more I read, the more I found in these voices a rare potential to bring into being a true haven, a shelter from the worldly storm of sorrow and strife, a space where a small group of forward thinkers could discuss the issues without society’s censors concealing them.
    I had found kindred spirits dedicated to the free exchange of ideas, and I thought I could content myself by simply observing and taking note.
    Soon though, it became clear the blog was missing a key element, a sagacity that comes with age that could activate the yeast, as it were, and bring the loaf of true thought into the world. The blog was missing my presence.
    So, gingerly at first, I tried out my own voice in a meek little comment on a now-forgotten post (cf. “Alternate directions to the Clark House Inn”), and, gracious, I found that I was embraced!
    Cousin_Kevin said, and I quote from memory, “It’s true that there is quite the ‘wedding industry,’ but I don’t think we REALLY need to go on and on about it here, dude. Congrats, Charlico!”
    When I read this response to my meager posting, I’m not ashamed to say it was one of the happiest days of my life.
    Truly!
    And so many wonderful days ensued of adroit badinage (I won’t deny that I took great pleasure in the back and forth) that I literally lost track of time, spending hours upon hours engaged in joyous debate with all comers—Linksys181, Cousin_Kevin, NICO !, Emma_1, and, yes, even Chris.
    Dear readers, it was then that I understood this blog itself offered the revolution I had been searching for. Why? Because this seemingly private blog offered FREE AND OPEN COMMENTS !
    The personal is absolutely political, after all.
    Of course blog comments in general, dear readers, are revolutionary because they allow for point X, whichdilates our triangular perception from simple A, B, and C into the pyramidal realms.
    Before comments, we all thought only in these paltry terms: “words = writer/reality.”
    Now, of course, it seems comical to those of us in the know that anyone would live such a restricted life, but, dear readers, many still do to this day!
    The words these ignorant saps read, the worlds they assume, are only bound manifestations of various writers’ consciousnesses mingling with reality, and so unwittingly these “readers” literally TAKE THE WRITERS ’ WORDS FOR IT —“it” in this case being the very reality we drift through on a daily basis.
    !!!!!!!!
    As we know, comments change all of this.
    On a blog with comments, the writer and his reality mingle to make the words as ever—but outside, on a separate plane, the commenter is THERE evaluating this mingling manifestation, weighing veracity and fidelity on the scales of justice.
    And he will not keep quiet!
    No, the true commenter alone advocates on behalf of reality unbeholden, and so now, with comments, we have a new equation:

    And thus a new, expanded universe!
    The true commenter takes nothing at face value but remains intractably, joyously skeptical of any purported reality.
    Of course, most commenters don’t take advantage of this coveted position.
    Most commenters simply parrot the