invisible

On being invisible

It’s really nice being the invisible one. I can say and do anything I like, content in the knowledge that no one takes a blind bit of notice and therefore cannot be offended. I can come and go as I please without having to worry about whether someone is put out because I haven’t replied or commented. I can write anything I like on my blog and be as outspoken as I like without fear, as no fucker reads it anyway.

It’s like my own personal diary except I don’t have to hide it under the pillow or worry about some fucktard little brother finding it and reading it.

It’s also kinda cool to think that maybe, in a hundred years or so, some researcher will be trawling the ancient technology known as ‘Internet’ and may stumble across my blog and think, “Fuck me this chick was cool.”