I’m in the same boat, but the ones that I’m seeing are people I know. These are men and women that I graduated HS with, whose names I know and struggles I’ve seen. That’s why I can’t bring myself to do it. I know how horrible I’d feel if my work popped up on this site for public ridicule.
I’m torn. But I still visit YANAP, day after day, and chortle with the rest.
I’m going to hell.