Allow your eyes to wander around a city bus between stops. Whatever. You may notice a look of quiet desperation on the faces of many passengers. You will turn away, and feel good about yourself. Until you realize that look is painted on your face too.
There is something freeing about shouting even if no one hears it. Likewise there is something freeing about writing something in a place where people could read it even if they don’t actually read it.
Since when is it wrong, online or otherwise, to commisserate with another soul, to encourage catharsis, to find another person intriguing, to learn that — no matter what makes you you — that there are people out there just like you?
In the first essay, “Economy,” Thoreau comments that most men are slaves to their work and enslaved to those for whom they work. He concludes: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation….”