I am a Xanga-lurker of some sorts and I have been ever since middle school. I am currently 17 years old and in my senior year of high school. I have probably commented once or twice; a sad rough statistic compared to the rate of xanga entries I ready every week. That's a lot of Xangan pent-up self-repression right there.
I have perused over thousands and thousands of profiles, judged every single person who was brave enough to spill their hearts across a weblog entry box, and scoffed at a bunch of earnest, thought-provoking entries. By the end, I go back to my empty blog and wonder why I haven't written for a long, long time.
So the question is posed by an invisible authority: "If you hate what they're writing, why don't you do a better job?"
Because I'm afraid of the empty comment section; because the lack of an audience, for me, equates my lack of adequate communication skills. I am chicken-shit. I am judgmental. I'm not understanding of other people and their problems. I try to sniff bullshit from other people because I'm full of it. I'm afraid you'll see through me.
