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Just woke up, might as well start writing:
hmm... where does Lit-Net fit in with the rest of the jumbled up soup pot called by some, my life? Does it float right next to the books I love, or my new-found fascination of philosophy? Why am I faceless in Lit-Net, where I reveal everything (my feelings, desires, hope, beliefs) but my NAME, or even a picture that I'd associate my self with, but very open about my symbolic identity (that my parents chose to adopt) in Facebook and reserved about my true self? I don't force any comment here, whereas in Facebook, I think twice before even saying hello. Isn't Facebook more unreal than my virtual self in Lit-Net? Why do I even choose to communicate on the internet when I could just as well send letters to my friends, or pick up the phone? Why do I put convenience above friendship-- it's not even friendship; it's the acknowledgment of others' existence? Well, Lit-Net is my release, where I could come in with my mind, stark, and just reveal things that I would think twice to mention to any acquaintance. I hope I have a good future here, and come out more learned than I was before.
Welcome to the infinite ramblings of a confused mind!