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I like being anonymous. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. I like how an online medium lets me be who I want, when I want, how I want, with anyone I want.
I like making you think I'm Fred from Farnhamville, Iowa. I like making you think I'm Sandy from San Jose, California. I like that you think I'm a girl, I'm a boy, I'm a frog.
I like playing with your mind.
Oh, I may seem harmless enough. I may provide pictures, and a background, lots of supporting text to prove who I am. Anything can be downloaded! Anything can be used! I can't stop myself, I like flittering through your life. I am a zero. I am a one.
I infiltrate your community. One minute I am there, the next minute I have moved on. You may or may not notice me. I whisper in your ear when you least expect it.
I am eighteen. I am twenty-three. I am thirty-four with a family of my own.
I am twelve. I am forty-six. I am a grandfather with seventeen grandchildren.
I am Sam. Sam I am.
Why should I not lie to you? Why should I care who you are, or about your life? Why should I be your pillow, your sounding board? Why should I be your psychiatrist? Your priest?
Tell me why? I have no degree. I have a Ph.D. Prove I don't! Prove I do!
Don't trust me. Don't love me. I am nothing, and never have been. I can be honest, but why should I be?
Do I understand you? No, probably not. Who are you? You are me! Prove you aren't! Prove you are!
I laugh at you when you cry. I cry when you laugh at me. I hide behind a mirror that you can't see through. You hide behind a mirror, that I can't see.
I wear this cloak on purpose. I like hiding.
You don't know who I am. I like it that way.
September 2001 Imaginary Realities, the magazine of your mind.
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