other lives

it is past midnight, child and husband in bed, and I am blog-surfing. an extension of my college days when gossiping about people we didnt know was always more interesting than gossiping about people we did know. probably it is easier not to feel guilty.
guilt… that is a whole other thing i need to think about. but another day, another blog.
the interest we take in a stranger’s life, where we complete their stories, name their dogs, break-up their relationships.
the similarities we find in a nameless person and the disdain for some faceless blogger.
peeping toms, hiding behind the anonymity of the internet.
cowards, who envy other people’s boldness/frankness.

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