i wonder if it helps to rant in public. maybe it does. it's amusing how all of a sudden intimate details of people's private lives have started to float about in the public web of delusion. must confess, the well written ones are thoroughly entertaining. but its such a waste of time also. why i read it? maybe because i like what i read. but its more about curiousity than anything else. no wonder the gossip mags make such brisk business. who slept with who? who screwed who? whose ego got hurt? blah...what the fuck is wrong with everyone? well, maybe nothing is wrong. maybe i am mistaken here. it could just be another step into the evolution of humankind. people in general now have a way to reach out. to suddenly share their private thoughts with others. it's not about being right or wrong. its about a situation that we're all having to come to terms with here. i can very well ignore these musings. i think i should. its better to read sylvia plaith's diary than some hicks' - if only for literature's sake. but these private musings could well be a case study for sociological investigation. maybe, why not?