"When chatting online, some people don't observe particularly good self-boundaries," the Epistelesslogical Rupture explained.
The Epistelesslogical Rupture is a GoogleTalk guru, and previously spent much time IM chatting with friends and colleagues on GoogleTalk. One of the Epistelesslogical Rupture's conversation partners -- A Certain Party, let us say -- tended to ignore the Epistelesslogical Rupture's "busy" sign, until the Epistelesslogical Rupture decided to log out of GoogleTalk.
And not log back in.
For a long time.
So, for almost six months, the Epistlesslogical Rupture was signed out of GoogleTalk, in a blissful and serene state of existence.
You can imagine the Epistlesslogical Rupture's anxiety when the Epistlesslogical Rupture was asked to have a GoogleTalk conversation with A Chosen Partner. Since the Epistlesslogical Rupture could not determine exactly how to sign into GoogleTalk without broadcasting that being signed in to parties including, but not limited to, A Certain Party with whom the Epistelesslogical Rupture was not overly eager to chat or talk, the Epistlesslogical Rupture was a bit choked up.
The moment arrived, and the Epistelesslogical Rupture logged ... into ... GoogleTalk.
There came to the Epistlesslogical Rupture's ears a low, dull,
quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in
cotton. The Epistelesslogical Rupture knew that sound well too.
It increased the Epistlesslogical Rupture's fury as the beating of a
drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet the Epistlesslogical Rupture refrained and kept
still. The Epistelesslogical Rupture scarcely breathed.
(TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous the Epistelesslogical
Rupture had been and is; but why WILL you say that the
Epistelesslogical Rupture is mad?)
However, for almost 20 minutes, the forces of good in this world were aligned in ways that permitted the Epistelesslogical Rupture to converse with A Chosen Partner and to share a website with A Chosen Partner without ever being detected by A Certain Party. It was, in a word, sublime.
The Epistlesslogical Rupture is again safely behind the firewall of logoutedness, the invisibility cloak of inaccessibility ... but the Epistlesslogical Rupture feels stronger than before.
The Small Print: The indented portions of the Epistlesslogical Rupture's entry for today were begun by Edgar Allan Poe in 1843 and completed by the Epistlesslogical Rupture in 2007. The Epistlesslogical Rupture hereby grants the estate of Edgar Allan Poe the right to continue publishing the short story, "The Tell-Tale Heart," in its unfinished 1843 form, without the necessity of mentioning the 2007 redactions by the Epistlesslogical Rupture.
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