The recent events have made me post a rare journal on this site. In 2009, I was fresh into college for my Freshman Year when I discovered Christian/Chris/Christine. Pronoun use be damned, I'll just say "it" in light of recent events. He/she/them is only appropriate if they deserve such accolades. Thanks to it's constant antics and self-inflicted ridicule, it taught me many lessons about the internet: It is forever. It does not forgive, nor does it forget. It's constant Captain Logs: Stardates transformed myself from being a total typical internet buzzard with cringe posts and vulnerability to the unknown world, to becoming more rational and empathetic in what I posted and understood how to process the outrage or comedy. And to think, it was all thanks to a sadistic yet harmless disgrace, an it in the piedmont of Virginia. To put one's life on the internet is a dangerous gamble, to put one's retaliation against the internet over trivial things will only make things worse. In a way