Olympian-strength lurking, that's me all over

Oh dang, I am an alive human who never ever posts anything ever because mental health (and the lack thereof) Reasons, but I deeply appreciate reading posts here on Dreamwidth.
This feels massively weird to break over a decade of silence in my journal of lurk, but due to the crapstorm of LJ security breaches and now literal wholesale of account info, needs must.
So yes, I am still here, and very grateful to any folks who are good with retaining me in their reading circles, even taking into account my utter lack of creative contribution. Thank you all for being voices raised in the story of life. You are my lanterns in the night.

If you are reading this, then I am most likely stalking your journal, because I am creepy like that. Being a creature of shriveled creativity, I seek out those whose imagination oozes freely like uke juice, and quietly slurp at the puddles left in their wake. Sometimes I roll around in them a little.
It's hell on my hair.

!!!!!
I can edit my own posts (in all their multitudinous glory. Mmyep.)!
Now if only I weren't so ditheringly ambiguous as to what to write.
Dither.
Really, I s'pose I should just go with the fact that I'm not so much a cast member, as I am in the audience, 3rd row from the back and in an aisle seat for easy escape purposes, and let myself enjoy the hush as the house lights go down.
*squirms*
Damn bucket seats.