Imagine our incredible Quora community:
There's an extraordinary individual who achieved extraordinary grades in school, graduated from "the most prestigious college in the world" with a mind-blowing GPA of 1,000,000,000,000.6, and possesses the ability to teach sea creatures about logarithms while simultaneously dominating a chess competition.
There's that Silicon Valley innovator who recently earned a mind-boggling amount of money, a whopping 5 gajillion trillion dollars, for selling his social media platform dedicated to adhesive bandages. Now, he spends his time donning a bunny suit at Google, crafting those beloved Easter eggs we all cherish.
There's the girl who writes for a newspaper headquartered on a space station orbiting Jupiter. She possesses an unyielding fascination with Mexican hat dancing and dedicated 14 years of her life living on a deserted island to master the intricacies of dolphin communication.
And then there's that enigmatic individual whose activities remain remarkably vague. Their posts lead us to suspect involvement with a secretive government agency, all while casually mingling with ninjas and Batman at Area 51, when not embarking on covert missions with Jason Statham.
Lastly, we have Anonymous, the all-knowing, omnipresent being who possesses an unparalleled breadth of knowledge. An expert in all subjects, this individual not only poses the most thought-provoking questions but also provides enlightening answers. Surpassing the Quora system's limitations, Anonymous has even managed to answer a question twice. Though we may secretly envy this extraordinary entity, their humility and enigmatic profile picture prevent us from harboring any ill feelings.
All of these remarkable individuals congregate on Quora, engaging in lively conversations, reveling in their unique talents, and sharing their awe-inspiring experiences with the entire Quora community. After a night of blissful slumber, they awaken ready to perpetuate the cycle of awesomeness.
Meanwhile, I stand on the periphery as an outsider, observing this remarkable community. I timidly contribute a word here, an edit there, offering meager snippets of information, all while harboring the hope that one day, my own awesome ambitions will be recognized and embraced by these exceptional people. If I were accepted, my friends would amaze my billion-dollar goldfish with their mathematical prowess, while simultaneously, my story would be published and read by the world. And as I contribute fifty diverse answers to a single question, the flood of upvotes would ignite a surge of endorphins within me. Furthermore, I would have my very own clandestine cohort of ninjas to rely on, should the need arise.
Considering this perspective, it becomes apparent why anyone would yearn to contribute to Quora.
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