Yahooing !!

Wondering why we chat,

we open up like a bloom in a night-queen flower. Try to be trusted by the people that we lie to!!

Cyberspace made it all, chatting my day to night, digging my way to something better, that is!!

May be I should try to find out way to myself, understand how this whole "me" is made of. What is my specific gravity, viscosity and what’s the refractive index of my sight?

It feels like being a salesman of “me”, trying to sell myself. Sometime with a packaged deal bundled with my personality, attitude, emotions and so forth. And when someone is turning down the deal, customizing myself with a shrug on my shoulders saying that "I have to be like the way I am expected".

That’s chatting; it’s interesting but certainly not a Yahooooo exclamation!!