An interesting attempt to anonymously uncover ones self

I wonder how many people live in an anonymous world. Every day I see and connect with people. I guess I consider my self a people person. That, in its self, doesn't make a whole lot of sense because all people are technically people. Then again, I have met people who seem sub-human on some level so I guess that saying means more to me than it should. I am a person of wonder and new with an old soul. Again, contradiction... I feel the need to be apart of the world. Do you ever think about how many people reach out to you for human contact on a daily basis? I want to touch and smell the world. But part of me, at some deeper level feels as though I have done all this before. So much is familiar in a way that is hard for my friends and family to understand. It is not that I know so much, because believe me, I have a lot to learn. It is that I have lived a life of appreciation and observation. Some times I surprise my self as my brain listens to my mouth. I think, how did I know that? Or where did that idea come from?... But shouldn't my brain be telling my mouth what to say instead of listening to it ramble? Sorry if I am confusing ( or rambling). I guess I feel like my mouth works faster than my brain. This is a dangerous thing in my profession.

So maybe this is why being anonymous gives you such a powerful feeling. My brain and fingers can go to town with no worries or fear. I can see a sense of safety in anonymous. Here is where I can share to be read or not. Responded to? Ignored? Laughed at? Laughed with? Maybe? But, for me, I will use it to think. I am not sure where I am going with this anonymous contribution to the world but yes, I will think and type. It will be my way of of being with out the seeing.