I don't know. I guess just a sense that people who can get away have more choices. Probably I'm overstating things. You may share your ideas if you like.
I was just thinking the reason I'm here -- on this site -- is mostly a pony I knew of from way back. We had names back then. This pony was what I imagine Jesus would have been like. In the Bible there was a woman who tried to touch Jesus's robe, to feel some of the power pass through it.
Once I was mistaken for the pony. Just a random mistake, but I remember.
Perhaps the pony helped me try to be better, more loving -- in an indirect kind of way -- we seldom spoke. I was very different, though, and my love, or whatever, was different. We never really existed on the same wavelength.
I don't like the feeling of closing chapters, it hard to feel it's not a little death, to instead have faith I'm not wearing out and there will be even more life in the next.
This is where being anonymous is nice, perhaps -- no one will attribute a name with too much sentiment and too little sense. That and it's nice when I post something without due reflection. Maybe even when I express a temper -- I do have a problem with that, sadly. Of course, those are just by-products of the goal of diffusing bad chemistry between ponies.