For those few eyes that may find these words in a Paltalk blog, and don’t know of what I speak, Paltalk is an international voice and text chat program located on the web at www.Paltalk.com. My best analogy for Paltalk is 21st century HAM radio where you have the opportunity to get to know a very diverse group of people from every background imaginable. From dead wood to doctors, educated to obtuse and friendly to cruel, Paltalk is your anonymous avenue to a perpetual parade of anagrams analysis and assholiness (or is it assholier than thou?). We have shitheads, show offs, shut-ins and saints, we have Paltalk prophets, Paltalk millionaires, and Paltalk professors. You can be anything you like in chat.
I assume, like most compulsive behaviors, paltalk can be an escape from ordinary daily life. Being a “people watcher” I often find myself jonzin’ for my regular fix of these friends and foes I have grown to know and appreciate. At any moment of my choice, I can be whisked away to this perpetual pit of opinion, insight and outsight (so I am told). Transported to a land where I find Birthers, Truthers, Marxists, Fascists and Fart blossoms all defending their points of view. Where room wars, admin wars, and personal vendettas lure me into the underlying drama that keeps me chasing the dragon. God help me, I love it so.
I guess I’ll need to seek professional help to break this spell. A nice 12 step program where I might be able to de-program from this program would be in order, me thinks. I have taken the first step by admitting I have a problem, and like most addicts, I think that is enough for today. LOL I’ll work on it tomorrow. Meanwhile.. Wonder what’s going on in chat.
Well this is my sad story of descent into the subculture of the Paltalk text-tard and if you think I have divulged something in me that isn’t in most of us, you are an idiot and on permanent ignore for Gross Retardation.
