Partly explained in this
and evidenced throughout in my old posts peppered with fiction leaning on themes of unrequited love and rejection and loneliness.
I often wondered if I would become what I wrote, or somehow would alter myself in ways to fit my online persona.
The above sentiment was explained to a close friend of mine who thought that I wasn’t what I wrote.
I told him, and here I paraphrase “I consider this a social experiment and an experment on the self to see how individual and social transformations take place.
This might not be me, but I’m excited where it will lead me”
I never got any reply from him, but I should thank him for showing concern over the possible consequences of the Proteus Effect that we both didn’t know existed back then.