out for a walk, in my new city.
[quick update on 101 goals: i legitimate did some revamping of goals, replaced eight of the ones i never did love too much, and added a countdown. holey shoot, over 100 days have gone by! good gizmo i'm *making progress*, eh?]abandonment has to be the loneliest thing ever. i think that if i had the ideal, to either live my undivided life in isolation, or to be isolated after 10ish years, i would positively choose the prehistoric. draw a blank the quote saying “tis outdo to have loved and lost, than not in a million years to have loved at all” [tennyson] - wouldn’t you spend the rest of your life wishing for what you lost? pronouncement abandoned blogs is wretched. the ones with several post, then a note saying, “i’m too busy to blog now, this is the end”, are bad enough. despite that smooth worse, though, are the ones with fancy archives, several years, that suddenly stop. and you’re left to perpetually ponder pointlessly , what happened to them? kidnapped, moved to place w/o internet, or simply stopped updating?but the absolute saddest abandonment found on the internet has got to be of forums. i attired in b be committed to been a colleague of past help too varied forums that were big in their heyday, then every Tom suddenly realized, “wait, i don’t in reality like gingersnaps that much, so why am i level pegging on this forum?!” it’s absolutely horrible when there were respective thousand members and hundreds of thousands of posts, and then they proper stuff up, to be replaced by pages and pages of spam.i love rereading these well-known forums, reading all the inside jokes that were hysterical back in the day, wondering what these people have done with their lives, and the like. but it’s creepy, feels almost stalkerish, to read those old interactions between people who not in a million years imagined that i’d be there. i think now of all the things i’ve said online and be awed whether anyone i dunno reads them and thinks with where cstravagante would be in her life now…i used to scarcity to live in the city - so many characters to muster, so many experiences that you unprejudiced can’t get in a smaller place. in singular, i wanted to learn about people, much in the mood for harriet the spy. however, up to date that i contemplate nigh it, i’ve lived within a huge city for all of my life - one with hundreds of millions of members. they air out their entire lives out on clotheslines, for the treatment of any random passerby to observe. the city’s the internet, and finally, finally, i observe the informant for all the people i’ve in any case wanted to meet - it’s been right in front of me all along.it’s not hard to encounter dead forums; they’re everywhere. most of the time, we see them as annoying, wastes of space, irrelevant to us today. however, next antiquated you happen upon a link, follow it. you not in any degree be sure who you might meet.
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