Because a proxy is a credible source.
It's rather irritating, actually. I was dealing with my problems one lousy step at a time until I started getting notifications about how Fracture started commenting all over my blog. I don't even know how that happened. I think Elizabeth might have set it up. And then he made that post. And now I am going to have people debating about whether or not I'm Sage material for who knows how long.
I'm not, by the way. In case anybody was suffering from any delusions.
And here I am back writing. Which is irritating, because I've discovered that it is very difficult to have a blog and not descend into diary mode. And I am really not interested in that. Though I imagine you all are.
You know, I've heard some people talk of writing as a compulsion. As some sort of side effect of His hold on you. But I don't believe that is it. People are social creatures. It is what they do. And when something terrifying and unique happens, they seek out ways to find that they are not alone. And that is what the blogs do. The Compulsion is nothing mystical. The Compulsion is other people.
And it seems that even I am not immune to it.