Wednesday Ruminations

If television is the opiate of the masses, then the internet must be the crack cocaine of the masses.
I have seen people do all kinds of screwy things because of chatrooms.
I knew this woman from England who got involved with this woman couple from Coney Island. She was doing both of them, unbeknownst to each other.
She worked for a mobile telephone service in the UK and got free long distance as a perk. She ran up a £3000 phone bill in one month calling across the pond. They fired her.
So she took her scant savings and flew to NYC to meet these women. I am not judging anyone, but the three of them exceeded 1,000 pounds of weight. All were shocked at the details the other left out. So the two black women from Coney Island and the one white woman from London were stuck in a tiny three floor walk-up, looking at each other in bemused, disappointed wonder.
They lived out the whole drama in the UK Lesbian Bi Gay chatroom. One would get on and dis the others. Then she'd get off and another would get on and hear how she'd been dissed. Then the third would get on and hear how the other two had dissed her.
Then she'd dis them. It ended quite badly. Nobody emerged with a lover, rather, all emerged with two new enemies.
Like driving by a car accident and trying to see blood, chatrooms are a morbid curiosity for me.
They are the cesspool of the internet. They often breed suspicion, adultery, gossip, intrigue, dishonesty and melodrama. Some people live out their lives in them, addicted like crack whores.
Much safer to be a blogger whore.