Io Triumphe!

I have managed to get myself a LiveJournal.
Does this make me any happier?
There are more then four diaries I have started, only to lose them or never to look at them again, or only to throw them away after re-reading them and finding that I really, really did not and will probably never need to remember their content.

I am curious about how long this one will survive. A plus: I don't even have to fear that someone will find it in the waste paper basket.

So - what does my life look like on a Wednesday at two in the morning? Am I learning for the Politics test on Thursday? No. Am I reading tests for the two essays I have to write? No. What am I doing? Chatting.

The joys of VR...

I really don't understand this.

What makes people contact other people via messenger to blurt out all those secrets they never would have told anyone in real life if they were facing torture? Perhaps it does some good - some of the stories people tell must be rather distressing. Probably there are not many people who would listen to some tales if the teller was sitting in front of them - and yet - it can be really annoying. And apart from that - why me? I am female, alright - but I am boring. What makes them contact me and write me messages about how they are looking for discipline, or about their... close relationships to their pets. I do believe the impression I make on people is cannot be that misleading. Just to clear things up:

• No, I do not usually allow complete strangers to clean my home in the nude just because they'd like to.
•  I like my dog as well, but I will not start a relationship with him just yet. (The same goes for my tomcat, rabbit, guinea pig and budgie.) NO!
•  I am not male. And I am not gay. And I am not likely to change my mind. Especially about the former. Not even if you ask me ten times. 
• I am not interested in marriage. Especially not after three lines of chat. 
• I do not own a leather whip. And I am not going to dress up in tight black leather for strangers, either.
• I am also not interested in sexual relationships. Not with people from the same city who want "drop in" straight away, not with people from the same country, not with people from the rest of Europe and also not with people from other continents or space aliens. 
• Role playing? Role Playing? Dice, a piece of paper and a pencil, plus a power crazy GM? And NO, I don't do any of the sort I'm offered at least once a week.
• So you are looking for older women. Fine! I will come back to you in around fifty years time.

I wonder whether this phenomenon should be counted among the benefits of the internet. An opportunity to be who you really are, whoever that might be. Sounds like freedom.

Some things still are... strange. There are some extremes which simply puzzle me. I know people who "are" werewolves - I am not talking about people who like werewolves here, but about people who really believe with all their hearts that they are werewolves, and I mean believe. In some of these cases, their parents had eventually started to grow worried when they saw their child howling at the full moon. Frightening.