Here's a sad, sad, oh-so-pathetic one that applies to me:
You have had dreams about marrying a Barrow-Downer that you don't know in real life and down know what they look like.
Then there's:
Your parents know as much about the site as you do, via your discussions at dinner.
You come on here more than...oh...say five times a week (I'm an every-dayer most of the time, myself).
Whenever you go to type in a site, you have to remind yourself not to type the Barrow-Downs site address, as your fingers seem strangely trained to type that in.
You've improved your skill typing just to keep up with the Chat (I can now type almost faster than my father, who designs computer programs for a living).
You have the Barrow-Downer's voices in your head so, when you go on vacation, you keep coming up with Lush-like or red-like comments, and keep cracking yourself up with them.
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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