There has been a strange (some would say a dramatic) in-out-game here in recent months. All in all, more stayed outside than came back. Perhaps it went unnoticed that I was a participant in this game. I don’t want to write about leaving because I would have to explain why I was absent for a few weeks. I pondered a little bit about why someone wants to be an author on the Manafonistas blog. Manafonistas are or were here for different reasons:
Some come for entertainment
Others escape loneliness
It may be essential to someone
Someone thinks it’s the best prophylaxis against old age dementia
Many or few delight in happy discourses
You experience resonance. It is good for the soul to be in a community
For others it is like a weekend pub visit, a beer, good conversations …
Even if it is not a diary, it is a storage for personal memories
Maybe it can even be used as a platform for playful self-expression
The blog has brought me a lot, including it helped me to regain quality of life after a depressive mood. I have found at least one friend. The blog is probably more important to me than I am to the blog. Why did I join? I say it frankly and freely: from a motive that has always distinguished my actions: from pure egoism. Who is afraid of the number 13?