A little corner on the internet.

You know, for a long time I have always wonder what's the point of having an account here. (Been around for quite some time but always too lazy to register) Since I am a reader not a writer, there just doesn't seem to be a need to post anything. (And no one would care to read what I wrote, I bet no one would even notice this blog post) Well, of course having an account does offers some other great perks, like favorites , upvote, etc. But at that time, favorites just seems pointless, Firefox have a nice bookmark function built in, seems kinda pointless not to use it.

Until one day, I stumbled upon this really great story and notice how blank the comment page were. At that moment, I had an sudden (and very weird now that I think about it, but it somehow made perfect sense back than) epiphany. I was destroying the world. No not the villain with evil laughter style destruction, but a slow passive drain on the world's passion. I read something here, gaining something from the great and wonderful minds here, and yet I gave back nothing, didn't even have the manners to upvote (How crude!). Those poor writers never receive feedback, never realizing how amazing their stories were. They would think that their stories isn't well written. AND THEY WOULD STOP WRITING!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And I was the one to blame! ME! I was killing creativity and dream BECAUSE I AM LAZY AND CAN'T BE BOTHERED TO FILL SOME FORM!! Without creativity, there would be no advancement, civilization would crawl to a stop, leading to technology to stop advancing AND THERE WOULD BE NO SKYNET!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Oh wait, I am sure humanity could do fine without some rouge AI hellbent on wiping humans. BUT THINK ABOUT ALL THOSE STORIES THAT WILL NEVER BEEN WRITTEN.

Anyway, I was being really over dramatic that day (no, it's not because I was off my meds, I took mine on time, thank you very much for your concern), so I signed up.
Signed up for a account on a website for posting fanfic.
On pretty ponies.
For little girls.

And so that's how an irremovable stain on my life was made. Just think about, what if I became a famous people a few years later. And I was interviewed, like being interview on live television.
"Welcome to Pointless News, our guest for today is CEO of retardedname industry."
"First question, you watched cartoon made for little girls when you were a young adult, why?"
"Oh you know, just youth things, young foolish and eager to try new things"
"And you read fan fiction on them."
"...Yes."
"And you posted bad comments."
"I am sure I posted meaningful reviews and constructive feedback."
"No, it was just 'lol' and 'nice story'"
"Can we stop discussing my hobby? I like it but prefer to keep it private."
"You just used present tense, so you still like watching cartoon for little girl and posting bad comments on fan fiction despite being a middle aged man."
"Look, I'm here to be interviewed on our new company policy on-"
"And that's it for today on Pointless News, thank you for watching"
"Wait no, I aren't done-"
[Camera pans away]

That would really sucks. Luckily I doubt I would ever be famous enough to be interview. Maybe reach the headlines for felony or for being so insane that it sounds awesome enough for the world to know (and laugh). But still, I worries, every time I log in, I would wonder what impact it would have on the future. Could I blame it on someone else? Claim it wasn't my account? What would happen if someone were to dig those record out a decade or two later? How would it affect my social state? Perhaps it would be harmless, just a laugh shared by friends. Perhaps it would be the scandal that cost me everything. How could I have made an account on whim? Without thinking about it? No planning. No analysis. No simulation ran on the impact it would have. (Like there's a program for such simulation)
I could never get rid of those feelings.
Like a ticking time bomb, no one would know when (or if) it would explode.
Every Word.
Every Like.
Every. Single. Action.

Well, at least I don't have a facebook account.
And yes, I took my meds on time.