There's a lot of weird stuff on the dark web, I guess that's true for the regular internet

as well, and maybe all of it is just the microcosm of the overall strange reality of a

sapient existence itself.

That was my theory anyway.

Early on in my education, I decided it had been an interesting topic to write my thesis

on internet subcultures, and more specifically on how they arise and what makes them a learning

to particular kinds of people.

I'm a psychology major, so by figured there was some interesting analytical data to be

garnered from a better understanding of how these pockets of society operate.

I think the most accurate depiction of who a person really is is what they choose to do

in their free time.

When the bills are paid and the constraints and pressures of society are momentarily

alleviated, who do you become?

Are you a writer, a painter, a gamer, a Lego connoisseur, or maybe something else entirely?

A simple hobby may not seem all that important in the grand scheme of things, but to me it

is everything.

Whether society deems it okay, or whether it presents any Iota of eventual financial

boost is relevant, we have hobbies, simply because of the fact that we enjoy them.

Some people may be rolling the rise of this already, like, oh great, another grandiose

pseudo-intellectual who thinks it's going to deconstruct the human condition by reading

porn stars of Ratica.

I'll promise you this now though, there is no stunning twist or revelation looming at

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