Post by Slinky on Dec 13, 2022 11:36:27 GMT -5
Been thinking of posting something for a while. Invariably it slips my mind or I just get busy with life, until the next time this place pops into my brain.
Thankyou SU. And thankyou chat peeps.
Well, I don’t know whether it is having a bit of time on my hands right now, or feeling particularly wistful (as some folk will be all too aware of ), but I thought I would give it a shot today.
On and off, I do miss what SU gave to me over the years. I suppose in the grand scheme of things, my ‘active’ period wasn’t all that long. And it feels somewhat strange to feel this way about a place that, while still here in a sense, disappeared a long time ago. That particular notion of home that you can never return to.
Rose-tinted glasses may come into play here. As is often the case with memory and the known quantities of the past, opposed to the unknown, scary future. In many ways I am far better off now than I was 15 or so years ago (wow :S). Yet my time on the board in its heyday, and especially chat, has always had a special place in my heart. It may seem sappy and sentimental to say, but it isn’t till you live a bit more that you see what a period in time meant to you. I have stuck my toe into the murky waters of discord and such. A shame our own channel there didn’t take off. And whilst I’ve never been the most active of people online, then or now, nothing has ever really come close to the best days of staying up and having a laugh in the chat. And I doubt it will, in an online sense.
Of course, I don’t want it to sound like I haven’t gotten on with my life away from the computer! The me back in the early/mid 2000’s would probably not believe the person I have become, and what I have done.
I guess It’s just that…..I miss that sometimes. The chatroom. A group of people getting along, joking and, well, just having other folk there at a certain time of life. As with most things, I probably build it up in my own mind. Far more than other people who maybe have long forgotten all this. It felt special to me, unique in a way that, again, only time has taught me how rare it probably was to have that space and those people. I knew it wouldn’t last long, never mind forever, yet the decline was difficult to adapt to, and to move away from.
I don’t really know the purpose of me writing this, just that I guess I had to get it out. To make it known what those days meant to me, with the things I was going through at the time, and that I cherish it. I am happy it happened, even though it cannot happen again. And I love the people involved.
I’m glad I got the courage to eventually go in there, endure dial-up internet and the disconnections every time the telephone rang!
I was going to mention people by name, but fear of forgetting someone means I’ll just leave this here.