Dats Watsup Son!

Life on the internet has been a strange ride.

And no, this isn’t your stereotypical stale warning to avoid strangers on the internet.

This is a different story…

People have always told me things I really thought they would otherwise feel uncomfortable talking about. Their darker moments in life, their worst fears, perhaps the darkness that reigned throughout their daily activities - or even the demons that dwelt within their minds…

It was a conflicting experience. A curious person, I was always fascinated by the lives of others - for better or for worst - so I never stop asking questions. On one hand, I was somewhat thankful for being able to hear their stories. On the other - I felt what they felt (as a person who experienced very little of life), and sometimes hearing the story would pull me into a sadness I wasn’t exactly sure was normal for being just a stranger online.

But then again, are we really that much different from who we are online, than we are in real life?

Then they grow attached, and feel like they want to make me happy too. And I end up asking myself, why do I have this effect on people? For a while, I wondered if I was asking too many questions, and I even questioned if I was becoming more and more manipulative than I knew - like I was somehow forcing people to tell me.

One day, I receive a message that frightened me. And that’s what pushed me to write this. 

Could listening to them, one day have an adverse effect on the people I love? And cause them to think: “At least someone cared for me once.

Now I can just… Die.”

by 黃泉野草魔改