|sometimes thinking that you know the identity of one other regretter besides Kento, agentfiftyseven, that lady who works at a comic book store, Bicoid Babe and Nate, but then remembering you're a crazy dumbass and almost certainly wrong|
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commentsDo tell!: Now I'm curious!
No can do: not for me to tell, even on the very small chance of being right.
What I'm really curious about here is your use of the word 'identity': Does this mean that you connect a regretter with something off of the 'dex, or just that you know another name
or, as I suspect you mean: does it mean that you know a name, and suspect that that's the person with the secret identity?
Secret Identity: That's me, by the way.
Secret Identity: Sometimes I wonder why I feel the need to try so hard (to remain secret).
Wait, you're the secret identity, or you're the secret identity and you're also someone else on the 'dex?: Also, person from off the 'dex.
I'm just making this easier for you: aren't I?
If I say both, does that mean I lose my secret identity status?: I think it does! I guess I'm trying to figure out if you're right without revealing to you if you're right, which is a silly sort of mind game to be playing, in all honesty, and I'm not sure how I got into this.
Not really: you're not the regretter from Mali because that was me, messing around, but you're in that timezone. I have suspected your existence but never linked you with the other person.
Oh crap now we're talking across each other: OK umm there's really no way that I could be right, except that there slightly is, and I don't want to a) look a fool and start another 'dex meme, or b) out you. You know? Wait, no, you're not saying you're someone from off the 'dex?
Okay this is awkward and I'm getting more and more confused: I never outright said anything, which is part of why this is getting more and more confusing. I'm also not totally for sure sure of your identity either, so I couldn't answer if I knew you from elsewhere if I wanted to, although I have my suspicions. ...
If I know you, personally, from elsewhere on the internet than the 'dex, then: I initially met you on the 'dex, first.
Oh lord: this is how my birthdays always turn out, too.
There is a tiny chance that I know you from another place on the internet and don't even know that you're also on the 'dex: but that chance is vanishingly tiny.
Um nope I don't think you know me: also, don't know anyone who is in Germany, at least I think I don't. Are you there for the long haul?
I am; however, I moved there recently (a bit over a year ago), and did not go around informing people: so you may have known me before, all the same.
Maybe I should just fess up, at least partially: I used to be a regular, okay? Then I went away, and I don't know how permanently I'm back now. Also I have a deviantART account, which is where the whole secret identity thing got started, somehow.
Are you: agent57?
I am not! Which, again, is how the secret identity thing got started, because of the possibility of commenting on her account: However, your question leads me to assume she's not around anymore!
Well she might not be: we all seem to have slipped into anonymous commenting, with a few exceptions (who I am pretty sure only use their names when they want to make serious points).
Noted.: I suppose that helps out my silly desire for anonymity.
The right to anonymity is guaranteed by the European Convention on Human Rights: it's not silly.
Perhaps not usually, but sometimes I think I take it to unnecessary extremes.: I'm not a set of comments/regrets, but lots of individual comments/regrets with no connection to any other. This is a pattern that I've noticed throughout my (internet) life; I don't like things I do to be connected to other things I do.
I could go into why I think this is: but then this would turn into another conversation about feelings.
No, I get it. I have my own reasons for maintaining anonymity and I'm often amused/confused when this becomes a problem, but I don't think of it as a big problem.: Now I'm more concerned that I'm being hypocritical, pumping you for information but saying nothing about myself. Well, I mean I'm not really asking questions about old regulars, but I want to, in order to eliminate them from my enquiries. Like a jerk.
I'm struggling with my own hypocrisy here: There's a part of me that wants to spout old 'dex nostalgia, but... apparently not at the cost of my anonymity?
Yeah, I really want to ask you some questions here: but I'd not only be dismantling other people's anonymity, I'd be laying out kind of a lot about myself too.
There's also a part of me that wants to get to know people, but without losing my anonymity, nor sacrificing theirs: how does that even work, I ask you.
Uhh we could all set up fake Twitter accounts or something: which is kind of what I do anyway. I mean, I'm really there really being me, but I don't talk about myself in close terms.
I guess, rather than getting to know people, I/we/one could get to know the 'dex: consisting, as it does, of an unknown quantity of totally anonymous people. I may not know who's who, but I know that somebody ate an apple this evening!
That was me: it was a good apple.
On the other hand, there are also things I want to share: just not, you know, in a way that could be connected to myself.
Totally. There is a real, clear benefit to being able to vent anonymously (without going to 4chan, which is a whole other kettle of shif), even if the medium is somewhat permanent.: [long comment about feeelings]
This is undeniably true. However: the response from the 'dex is not always as one would wish it.
Which is not to say that... oh hell, I think I've talked myself into a corner again. Let me try that from another angle: While anonymity protects us from shame, it also shelters those who turn into assholes as soon they're anonymous.
I think part of the reason I'm so cagey about this whole is it/isn't it relationship dealie: is that basically, if it is, I'm a massive, massive asshole. Just so massive. And yeah, OK, there's a little of that on the other side, too, and there's shame for me either way and... feeelings. But people is sometimes kind.
Sometimes: that is my only hope.
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