I used to be an anonymous commentor. Then I realized that being anonymous was cowardly. Well, my anonymous commenting was cowardly. So now, if I have something to comment on, but I’m too afraid to do so, I just won’t do it (rather than leaving “anonymous”). Wait. Does that still make me a coward? Shoot.
I want to be the first anonymous reader that isnt you to post an honest and heartfelt embarrasing dilemma to 9M, and hopefully the people here can help me.
I have a serious problem. Some might laugh and mock and ridicule, but this problem is something that plagues my soul and causes me great concern and I need to overcome it in order to restore my self-esteem and move on in my life. Please be sensitive to my pain and charitable in your responses.
OK…here I go…well…its…alright…I…I have a real problem with…its hard for me…please bear with me…I am deeply emfatuated and entirely consumed with the Bee Gees. I know, I know. Please dont mock me. I cannot explain it myself. I listen to them when nobody is looking and run a prominent web page and attend club outings under the guise of doing my Home Teaching. It is eating away at my soul. My nano is full to capacity and I cannot wait to upgrade. My wife think I like Classical and Jazz, but its all a lie. A LIE! I love the Bee Gees, and cannot stop.
Please, 9M readers help me!!!! I cant get the Brothers Gibb out of my head!!!! AAAAAAARRRGGH! I beg you! Its just too much hell, I can no longer stay alive, its a tragedy, they are more than men to me. How deep is my love? Ive got a night fever, and I am barely staying alive.]]>
By the way, can I tell you how pleased I am to have been solely responsible for something that is now referred to as an “incident”?]]>
Boy is my face red!
No problem — just cover it up with a little bit of make-up.]]>