Would I be correct in saying that the reason why people descend into social anxiety is because they take themselves too seriously?

I mean, maybe we’re vying for attention of some kind, which is why we blog, or post photos. The attention which we get IRL pales in comparison to the amount which we receive or could receive on the web. Rarely would such attention work against us, lest we decide to take advantage of our apparent anonymity in an offensive manner, be it against others or for a good laugh.

Those of us who use the web for any other reason (such as maintaining links with distant relations and colleagues) besides gaining attention are, I think, in the minority. Most of us rarely and hardly know anyone on the opposite end of a web dialogue beforehand; all that we know is that the other party is interested in what we make known to the public.

So what if such responses from interested parties are lacking, or nonexistent? Does it make any sense to post our thoughts online any further?

What about all those things that you could obtain or join (with all the niceties and increased attention in tow), but would need money as a prerequisite? Forego your social and monetary inhibitions, of course! No matter that you can’t carry on a normal conversation without an awkward reference to Linux or the Nintendo Wii to maintain any existing confidence in the verity of the dialogue. The ladies will love it!

Forget that your only *friend* of any kind would be your mother, with whom you live and upon whom you depend for your welfare.

Forget that anything that you say on the web with needless, thankless pseudo-Gothic honesty could, would, and probably should be used against you in the court of popular opinion.

Forget that you lie to yourself constantly and regularly, to remind yourself that you have something of worth to share with the whole web when, really, no one gives a shit. And rightfully so, might I add.

I mean, really. Your “identity”, be it Christian, Furry, Asian, Transsexual, what have you, ain’t worth 2 shits to anyone, be it the whole wide web or just the randomest person who passes by your pathetic LiveJournal account. Really, it isn’t.

Just turn off the computer and go intoxicate yourself with *something*. I dunno, weed, alcohol, WD-40, who gives a shit.

You could do like you usually do and privately pleasure your pleasurable privates in front of your slideshow of beefcakes. *And* intoxicate yourself at the same time! Woohoo!

Or just kill yourself already. Your name and ugly mug’ll show up on MySpaceDeaths, give or take a few days.

Really, just take yourself far less seriously, and demand far less attention than usual.

Become numb to yourself, and you’ll feel better in no time.

*Sigh* OK, I think that’s it.