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I didn't because I take the whole thing so seriously -- perhaps too seriously.
I didn't because I was afraid of creating something I hated.
I didn't because I wanted to do something incredibly original. Creativity didn't come.
I didn't because I was feeling shy.
I didn't because I felt positive that no one would be interested.
I didn't because of what you, dear reader, might think of me.
I didn't because I had to wash my hair, do my laundry, fax something, go somewhere, talk to someone...
...but most of all I didn't because of deep fear.
Doing this forces me to think about what I really do enjoy and love and hate on the net and in this world. Doing this makes me see that I'm not entirely clear about my own identity.
I visited many pages, trying to glean an idea of what others think of themselves. Most (but not all) people will immediately tell you what they do for a living, whom they associate with, or what they do in their free time. This is wonderful! Please believe me when I say I'm not knocking this. So what seems to be the trouble?
Because I spend so much time in my head. It's probably not healthy, but it is who I am. All the emotions and dreams and wishes, every age I have ever been, every person who has ever touched my heart and every person I have touched are all inside of me, a part of me. That is what I am made of. When you ask me who I am, I really want to
answer that question. I'd love to answer it without carving out my own spleen and letting it fall to the floor for everyone to see. I'll try, I really will. It's just that I have a hard time
 interpreting that question as "What do you do?"
I'm not entirely sure why people put information about their lives on the web. I suppose the only answer that matters for me is why I'm putting information about my life on the web.  
Maybe I'm doing it so that you'll understand me.
Maybe I'm doing it so that I will understand myself

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