There was a time when I spend a lot of time on yahoo chat.The rooms were like brothels. People come, do what they want & leave. And anyone who took them seriously left with lil scars.
But inspite of all the nonsense, it was a study in human behaviour. Down right silly but amusing. There was a subculture that evolved in rooms.
Virtual rooms where a pansy took on opponents he thought who were tougher than him;and filled the screen with his 32 point crimson font war cries;
The 60 something lover called herself "pink lady" and talked dirty to 14 something teens;
The 14 something called himself "death-wish", finished his biology homework and talked about 12 ways of killing nymphets; while munching a kit-kat;
The cyber cafe guy who kept wondering aloud why flights are always so late these days & secretly worried whether all this stuff his friend wrote for him was grammatically correct;
The timid 40 something husband became "d-rebel-kid", walked tall in his own world and lived out his dreams;
All of them went in there, trusted no one including themselves, left feeling good, bad, disappointed, spent...what ever
The rooms were like toilet walls and everyone had a marker
Rooms were we all wore masks, smile was an emoticon and cussin was cool
Rooms were hugs never intruded personal space
Rooms were friends were just nicks
Friends that never were
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