Continued from the original thread:
When you need a boost, stop by here and your fellow MBers will remind you why you’re wonderful (which, in case you’re doubtful, you are).
Patience, Please
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I’m so happy this thread is back! I love everyone here so much and I never say it enough, it feels like. Here’s some hugs and cookies for everyone.
I could use some warm fuzzies right now.
Oxlin, I sometimes feel I don’t know you very well, because you’ve been around here so much longer than me — even though I remember when you were e~a. But you’re always very approachable and helpful to the youngsters around here. Your love of educating, explaining — telling people stories — is really what Musery is all about and a huge inspiration. You have killer taste in literature — I think it was your rec that got me and several others into de Lint. And most importantly, to me at least, you were one of the people who was there for me when I was scared and heartsick about my direction in college this summer. You said things that were both sensible and comforting. It meant a lot to me.
You are kind and wise and one of the people I aspire to be like.
Aww. Thanks.
Short, simple post is all I have time for, but:
I am so glad that we are friends. I love your enthusiasm for learning and for books and for math and for many other things! Basically I agree with everything POSOC says. I hope that whatever caused you to need warm fuzzies stops bothering you. I’m around to talk if you need me. ♥
Thanks. <3
Oxlin, you’ve always stuck out to me as an outstanding member of this community. I’m sure that you’ll manage to overcome whatever hardships you may be encountering right now, and come out the better for it.
Oxlin! Your literary tastes are literally the BEST, and you’re such a nice person, and I really really love talking to you, and you give awesome advice and you’re really intelligent and just wow, you’re such an inspiring person and I can only hope to be as mature and wise as you are someday. (That was a very long and terrible run-on sentence but I hope it gets across how happy you make me because I just get really enthusiastic about telling people how awesome they are and I start gushing about it because I just love them so MUCH. <3)
Oxlin, you are fun and clever (very clever) and MuseBlog would be the worse without you.
Aww, geez. All you people are so nice! <3 to everyone.
Can i ask for some warm fuzzies? I’ve been feeling sad and lonely lately, and it would be nice. *feels selfish*
Fireh, you’re sweet and adorable and fun and I heart you. *gigantic squid hug*
Hey, don’t feel selfish for wanting to know people care for you. Me, I haven’t been a blog regular since you became one, but I see you around and I appreciate your enthusiasm and creativity. When you feel sad and lonely, it’s hard to remember you’re a worthwhile person (I know this from experience) — but you are.
*huggles for now* Deserving response tomorrow when have time.
Fireh, you’re awesome and we’ve had some great times together (remember the Museion?) I hope you feel better and that things go well for you. *hugs*
If anyone could spare a warm fuzzy for me, that’d be nice.
Just one? Have an armload! *throws what resemble non-breeding tribbles at ZNZ to catch*
I’m not around too much these days but all y’all are amazing and I love every single one of you.
I could use some of these myself about now.
Your poetry is great and I’ve always looked up to you as an outstanding member of this community. Please continue to be awesome in the way only you can be, and remember that everyone here has got your back.
Have a squid!
To POSOC’s post, still in moderation:
POSOC, I’m really lucky and really glad to know you. You deal with complicated things with so much grace and aplomb, and you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. You also never fail to brighten my day when I hear from you; you have a gift for being funny and sarcastic while remaining kind.
It’s nice to know it looks like “grace and aplomb” from the outside. If I’ve got you fooled I can fool anyone.
(Seriously, thanks very much.)
You know what they say: fake it till the lie you live becomes a comfortable enough façade that you begin to fit into it.
I’m feeling pretty down today and could use some cheering up.
Ros! We’ve been friends for what, six or seven years now? You’ve had an incredible impact on my life! You’re often one of the first people I will think of when I find something incredibly witty or hilarious; I’ll go, “Oh this is great, Rós þyrnir would love this” or something like that, or “oh that looks like something Rós would do!”
You’re quiet, but your words are well placed, and I appreciate that, being as wordy and wont to babble as I am. You’re my music buddy. (Flute and clarinet are always best friends, don’t you think?) I couldn’t even begin to imagine the better half of the last decade without you there as part of it, as my friend. And I hope that you will stay here for a good while to come, because believe me when I say you are brilliant.
You’re a pretty fantastic member of the MuseBlog, and while I’ve never met you IRL, I’d sure like to. Life is weird and full of strange twists and turns and I have faith that you can get through all of it.
So I’ve now used up 2 of my 4 available late days on the very first significant programming assignment in my notoriously difficult C programming class. I could definitely use some warm fuzzies right now, if you don’t mind me requesting some.
NB: Over the course of the quarter, the stress will probably elevate to the point where I can’t even spend time here and hahahaha it’s only week 3 *twitch*
Hey, I’m sure you can do it. You may stumble and fall a bit, but I have faith that you can complete your programming class to the best of your abilities.
Best of luck!
Thanks. I suppose this is when I finally learn time management skills (junior year of college…)!
I’d just like to take this opportunity to point out that fireh is one of the flamablamablousest people in the world and if she, Godzilla, and Mothra got in a fight, Godzilla and Mothra would decide to team up in hopes of beating her but they would still lose.
When I first saw this post I examined it suspiciously for signs of sarcasm or jokingness. I feel like that shows a sad reflection of my emotional state right now.
On a lighter note, Piggy, this made my day when I came back and saw it again today. I’m imagining a larger-than-life version of myself stomping through Tokyo and giggling quietly.
The Firey Kaiju of the Year 1996!
I don’t think people are appreciating my life enough. Although, I cannot find any reason why they would, anyway.
Because you are clever and spirited and enthusiastic and brave and funny?
You are enthusiastic and very interested in many things: these are good qualities to have. Just because you’re not yet ready to share your mind with the world, or open up to people, does not mean that there isn’t more too you than what you show people! You are certainly wonderful and unique.
So I feel super loved and full of warm fuzzies right now. The individual whose house I stayed at when I spent 3 weeks on an externship in Florida last January (and who I really connected with–I mean, while our fangirl (woman?) interests were not in full alighment–she’s a Harrison Ford fangirl and a long long time ago was the editor for a Harrison Ford fanzine), just posted a message to my account on a social networking site, saying that she and the vet and technicians where I did my externship, were going to be having lunch together next Monday (the 24th), when I’m taking my veterinary licensing exam, and that they were going to be all sending me good luck vibes. (And also that she still has my convention photo with Nathan FIllion and myself hanging on the wall by her computer).
But it was just a super super sweet post which makes me feel super loved, especially since it’s been probably about two months since I mentioned it on my social media account (although looking back, she did comment that she was going to be marking it down on her calendar), but seriously. Warm fuzzies.
Depression has been kicking my butt for a week and a half and I thought it might be better today but it still took everything I had to get out of bed, I could really use some fuzzies.
Hey, shadowfire, I’ve always really appreciated your presence on this corner of the internet. I’m sorry to hear that depression has got you down! I hope one day you’ll recover, but it’s not easy. But I believe in you! So hang in there till then, and I promise things will get better. You’re a really cool person and I’ve always enjoyed hearing what you have to say.
Shadowfire, I’m sorry to hear that, you’re a valuable part of MuseBlog and a fantastic human being. *hugs*
You are a wonderful person, shadowfire; I love seeing you around on MuseBlog! I hope you feel better soon. Stay strong, don’t get those negative thoughts get you down!
Hey, Shadowfire, you must always remember that you – unlike me – are a very special and very wanted human being. I’ve really enjoyed your posts on this blog and think that they were all written by a very intelligent person. Which, I – among the rest of this blog – believe you to be.
Hm, sounds to me as if Catwings could use a few warm fuzzies, too.
Catwings, you are also very special and very wanted.
Hey now. I really appreciate the fuzzies but you’re every bit as special as I or anyone else on this blog. <3
Hey, Catwings, none of that — you, like shadowfire, are more special and more wanted than you (either of you) can imagine. <3
You MBers are all amazing. I wish you could see that as clearly as I do, but there must be some quantum-mechanical law that makes it impossible.
You’re pretty great yourself! I’m glad you made this space for all of us. It is an amazing place full of wonderful people. <3 to everyone.
Amazing? Look who’s talking, Mr. Ozone, chess armadilloes and when-I-was-a-kid-I-wanted-an-X-15!
If they knew it, they wouldn’t be able to know their velocity, I think.
Including you GAPAs! If it were not for you, you (along with anyone else here) would never have gotten to know us! Nor us you. I think it’s a pleasure to have gotten to know of all of you.
I’ve been having a fairly hellish two-ish weeks and feeling deeply alone — I could really use a fuzzy right about now.
*hugs and hot chocolate (is it still choklit if it’s the kind you drink?)*
You’re not alone here, ZNZ. We’re here for you whenever you need some fuzzies. And I doubt you’re alone out in the Real World either, but sometimes it’s hard not to feel like that, so I can’t blame you.
And hey, it’s all I can do to repay the love you gave me not 24 hours ago. You’ve got a good heart, and we won’t let you forget that.
I just love all of you so much. Yesterday I was having possibly the worst panic attack I’ve ever had. My friend came over and happened to bring me chocolate and suddenly I thought about dementors and Cat’s Eye’s post on the previous warm fuzzy thread, where she thought of MuseBlog and whispered “Expecto Patronum”. Just that memory, it made me feel…better, even if only a little bit. It reminded me that no matter how alone I feel, I have an entire family just a few fingertaps away. An entire family who genuinely cares about me, who have loved me unconditionally for all these years even when I probably didn’t deserve it, who have been beside me through the good times and the bad, who have seen the darkest corners of my mind and accepted me as one of their own by choice and not by blood. So thank you, all of you. For being my safe place and the place my thoughts go to for assurance and comfort. I love you all.
<3<3<3
Expecto patronum.
You too!
Hey, MuseBlog. I don’t post much, I guess. But I read y’all’s posts and I do think about you. It makes me feel pretty darn warm and fuzzy to know that I am part of such a wonderful community of amazing people.
Story time: I have a friend who, due to our mutual social anxiety/introversion/etc., mostly talk via text message. We usually text every weekend; at first he would initiate conversation (because he didn’t want me to be anxious), though after a while I would text him first. However, the nagging voice of “you’re being clingy and remember what happened the last time you did that” came up again, so I didn’t text him for a couple of weeks. So one night he texts me at around 11:30 to say that he felt like a really bad friend for not texting me for a while and that he was wishing me happiness and cared about me a lot. That was a pretty huge warm fuzzy for me, to know that someone was thinking of me and cares about me.
I guess where I’m going with this is that this is my equivalent of that.
What I’m saying is… Even though I don’t talk to you much, I still care about you a lot. Whenever I read a sad post from any of you, I just want to do whatever I can to make you happy again. But I just don’t know what to say. I wish I had the words to tell y’all how much I care, but every time I just feel like my words are too useless and clumsy. I really do plan to work on that, but for now, this is my attempt to make up for every time I haven’t told you individually how much I care. You’re my favorite people on the entire Internet and each and every one of you matters to me.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I’m thankful to have all of you as friends!
I’m thankful for all of you. Thanks for staying with me all this time, and thank you for always being here.
I may not always know what to say when one of you is sad, but I know we’ll all get through our current struggles, and those to come.
I didn’t get on the ‘blog yesterday to say so, but Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Among the many things I’m grateful for this year and always is the incredible community you all are and have been. I think you’re the cat’s pajamas, the bee’s knees, and just generally flamablamablous in every way.
I have a paper due today that is nearly done (in terms of pages) but suffers from a number of structural problems that I don’t have time to intelligently correct, and now I feel disproportionately bad for putting it off this long. Like, “panic attack at 1 AM”-level bad.
Some warm fuzzies of the “academic performance =/= personal worth” flavor would be greatly appreciated for when I wake up.
Ahem! Academic performance is different from and should not determine personal worth.
We keep telling you all that. Why do you keep backsliding into unbelief?
It’s hard to unlearn habits of thinking! I suspect that’s true of the many other MBers with this problem too.
Perhaps we should have tried harder to keep you from learning them in the first place. But there’s only so much we virtual beings can do.
I joined MB in… what, seventh grade? It was already pretty ingrained by then. I think you’ve all done as well as could be expected without access to time travel.
Because unfortunately our environment pushes it? I nearly cried this morning when my dad tried to argue me out of doing my masters in France because “no decent university there will accept me” (bad grades). (Obviously the best ones won’t, but there are a lot of mid-level universities that should take me, a 3.0 isn’t that bad for college pure math majors). He’s been supportive of me finishing college and all that, but he keeps reminding me of how much I struggled with college, how long it took me to adjust (I’m a slow learner and don’t deal well with new situations) and that I should pursue whatever future masters/job/… he comes up with because the one life choice I made (majoring in math) I obviously couldn’t handle on my own, etc…
I keep getting the almost literal message that bad grades not mature enough to handle own life/make own decisions should just obey parents instead of pursuing own dreams. Not that I’m going to give up without a fight, but it’s demotivating.
I had a friend who was in a circus training program when she was in elementary school, in France. They moved to the US for a year when she was 10 or 11 and when they moved back two or three years later the program wouldn’t let her rejoin because she’d been out of training for so long that doing it would be unsafe.
to be fair, I did sort of join a circus group AT my college… one of my housemates moved to seattle & is going to actual circus school now, the other two I think still do aerials/acro when they get the chance. I should probably keep up with poi/juggling more.
Academic performance is super important…according to academicians. Don’t believe the bias. You are not a report card, you are a person. Go buy a homeless person a package of socks or something. The world is bigger than school.
I don’t think most academics really place that much importance on grades, though – I used to read a lot of academic blogs because I’m a nerd and the most common complaint was “I’m trying to teach these kids but they’re not willing to take risks because they don’t want to get bad grades.” So I don’t really know who actually does look at grades that closely. Admissions offices, maybe? But then why are all the essays and resume so important? Hiring for jobs? But studies keep coming out that show that networking / knowing someone who works there is the surest way to get a job. SO it can seem like grades are super mega important but at the same time no one seems to care about them that much or look at them that closely.
Finals week is miserable, and I’m sorry your brain is being mean to you as a result. No matter how you do on this paper (and I have confidence that you’ll do just fine), you’re still wonderful.
POSOC and Bookgirl, you are two of the smartest, funniest, and warmest people I know. POSOC, you brighten my days all of the time and you are Actual Samuel Vimes. Bookgirl, I know I’ve said this before but your ability to deal with the [stuff] you are faced with is amazing, and you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You’re both very, very strong people and I’m lucky to know you.
I missed your wakeup time, but you are an incredibly awesome and talented person (STILL CHUCKLING ABOUT YOUR LOVECRAFT TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN POEM, even if you had not reminded me about it earlier, tbh I think about that poem any time I think about the song, which is a surprising amount since it’s forever associated with Watchmen for me and that shows up with some regularity in my life). you’re great for talking shop with re:stories/worldbuilding/other people’s books/feelings/life in general even if you are winning this “real food” war. we’ve commiserated a bit before about the brainwashing into being convinced you’re worthless & not good enough but also that you deserve it, and I know that can be so hard to get past even if you theoretically know it’s happening. unfortunately I do not really have answers on how to get past this, except keep telling yourself it’s not true (even if it can feel like it is) and power through. & when you get the chance reward yourself for accomplishing things. I know it sounds dumb but I have the emotional maturity of a hamster and things like buying myself cake or book or taking 3 hours of guilt-free tv sometimes did get me to unchoke a bit after finishing large assignments.
You guys are all amazing; everyone on MB. Thank you for being so kind, open, and understanding!
Hey guys. My depression has been making it really hard to get out of bed in the morning and I’ve missed a lot of class and well, you see where this is going. I could use some fuzzies.
Hey, shadowfire. I know you’ve struggled with depression a lot. But you’ve come through a lot just to be here. Keep going- I believe in you! *hugs*
*hug*
Shadowfire! You write amazing poetry and that will probably always be the first thing I think of when I see your username. You’ve always been super inspirational to me and I really admire how comfortable you seem to be with yourself and your identity most of the time. <3 I hope you feel better soon!
SHADOWFIRE MY DARLING
I am a bit late to the fuzzies party but I am here to bestow virtual hugs and squids and whatever else you may need! <3
I love how our shortcut for bestowing “warm fuzzies” is clicking on a silhouette of a cold, rubbery invertebrate.
Like many things about MuseBlog (en, cake, wungs), it just sort of happened, and now it is an institution.
I had hoped than “en” might spread — it’s more euphonious than “ze” and more precise than “they” — but college campuses seem to have made their choice. Anyway, it will always be an institution here.
I think it also seems more gender-neutral. Pronouns like “ze” or “xim” rhyme with gender-specific pronouns, so I feel that on some level they still carry a bit of that with them. “En” has its own sounds without any extra baggage.
En may be useful on the blog to refer to people of undetermined gender, but if someone says that ze or xim is their preferred pronoun, use that preferred pronoun. I may have my own preferences re: what to use for people of undetermined gender, but that does not trump people’s pronoun preferences for themselves.
I like “en” for MB, but I go with “singular they” when talking about individuals of unknown gender off-MB just because I know people know will have encountered the word “they” before and it won’t need explaining.
I think it was pretty inevitable that singular “they” would win out; people use it all the time already, even if they don’t realize it, and changing the use of an existing word is easier than creating a new word. But I have seen a few individuals using “en” for themselves elsewhere on the internet (Coincidence? Probably…. *cue ominous music*). It does have the advantage among neo-pronouns of sounding more like a real word than, say, “xe,” at least in my opinion. But oxlin is right- vague individual preferences don’t trump what someone has specifically requested that makes them feel comfortable.
“They” makes the most sense to me, even if declensions like “themself” make me headtilt, because it’s the most intuitively obvious (as Kai says). I can see why it’s winning out.
I agree it’s best to respect the preferences of the individual to whom one is referring — if those are known to you. Outside certain circumstances, they often aren’t, which is why a universal standard gender-neutral pronoun would be useful in the first place.
Oh yeah, I always find it strange when spellcheck doesn’t recognize “themself” just because I’m so familiar with it in everyday conversation. Maybe it’s just where I grew up.
Really! Is it common where you’re from? It always looks wrong to me (even though “themselves” doesn’t make sense for an individual) because I never really heard it outside the Internet.
My college campus uses “phe,” which I have never heard anywhere else but is *the term* here (in addition to “they”). I like it. But of course, will call anyone by whatever pronouns they use.
Hey, everyone. I know some of you are having a hard time right now. So I’m sending lots of love to anyone who needs it. Y’all are wonderful ♥
Oh, man. Friday was my sixth anniversary of being on MB and I had totally planned to make a huge monsterpost about how much I love all of you (which is a lot, BTW) and all sorts of warm fuzzies all ’round. But then life happened and I forgot. I still love you guys, though. Just want to say that.
Oh, and thanks for the past six years. They’ve meant a lot to me. Here’s to hoping that you’ll all stay in my life for many more years to come. <3
Today was the first time that my depression has been bad enough to make me skip class and I’m feeling really bad about it, so fuzzies would be greatly appreciated.
Put your hand on the screen and I’ll pull you through to New York and I’ll get you an extra ticket for Enric Sala’s lecture tomorrow and we can go get dinner first at this awesome Indian restaurant on campus if you want and then we can go to the Strand Bookstore even though I have homework.
Even though it seems like this depression is insurmountable, skipping class is really only a temporary setback. I’ve lost track of how many classes I’ve skipped due to depression – about a third of my junior year of high school, for one – and I still graduated both high school and college with no discernible impact on my grades. If you can, try to send a vague note saying you weren’t feeling well to the professor (it’s the season to get colds, after all) and ask if they can send you their slides, or forward the email to a classmate to get notes from.
You are more than this. I always enjoy hearing about your radio show, and I’m excited to hear what you do next.
*hugs*
aaahhh thank you both so much <3 I'm feeling better now – finally dragged myself over to the student counseling office and then spent some time with a friend who is super supportive, and that helped a lot. I am not the sort of person to skip class for any reason, so it just felt really wrong. I've been told that all my professors tend to be really nice and helpful with students who are having mental health issues, so that's also good to know.
Go you! Yay for leaving your room, yay for going to the student counseling office, yay for spending time with a friend! Every little thing like that which you do for yourself helps. I’m glad you’re feeling better now. Come to us anytime for more Warm Fuzzies. <3
Was going through documents on my laptop/Google Drive from last year when I found a little gem that I had nearly forgotten about, namely my college essay that I submitted to various colleges as a part of my application. The prompt was to “Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?”, and, well, I wrote about you guys. About how stumbling across the ‘Blog so long ago literally saved my life. And now that I’ve been accepted to one of my dream schools and I no longer have to worry about the intricate complications of posting things online to be mistaken as some sort of plagiarism, I thought I’d like to share it with you all.
“I hate myself and I want to die,†I – a lonely and depressed twelve-year-old homeschooler – once posted anonymously on a small web forum moderated by four kindly adults. Initially for readers of a certain magazine to discuss each new issue, the forum had evolved over time and became a unique community of “misfit†teenagers and young adults. At the time I had never read an issue of this magazine and had only stumbled upon the forum by happy accident. I was younger than those already there and it showed: surrounded by others some four or five years older my immaturity stood out in stark contrast. If someone had told me then that this odd little community would take me into its embrace and become a family I would be closer to than my biological family, I would have laughed bitterly at the mere suggestion. I never imagined that anyone at all would respond to my posts, nor dared to even dream of the rush of worried, frantic, loving comments I got in reply, telling me truths I didn’t know how to believe in: that I mattered, that I was beautiful inside and out, and that I was loved.
Over the years, that little community grew up, and I grew up with it. I learned from them, watched as they went through high school, listened to their stories of both happiness and sadness, and as I learned from their experiences I too matured and began to find herself belonging there. Despite continuing to be homeschooled I was no longer lonely: I finally had friends and they were never more than a few keystrokes and a click of the mouse away. The four kindly moderators became four mentors, sources of wise advice and comfort as our community grew closer until we were practically a family. As we grew together, my newfound brothers and sisters slowly taught me – step by painful step – how to love myself.
My new family was there to support me as I carefully took my first steps into the real world and to coach me as I learned to navigate social interaction while struggling with social anxiety. Sometimes, as I got swept up by the rush of the real world, I would put them to the side for months, but I would always return when I could to find them still there with arms wide open to welcome me back into the bubble of unconditional love. They were with me from afar as I struggled with the transitions from homeschool to public school to private school, and they’ve always been a source of wisdom and knowledge, happy to teach me everything they know. They were there to dry my tears when things went wrong, and were my biggest cheerleaders for all of my goals; when I fell, they helped me to stand back up, and when I’ve reached achievements higher than I ever thought possible, they’ve been right alongside me celebrating it.
Looking back at the past, it’s hard to believe that I used to be that twelve year old girl. I was friendless and desperately alone, craving any attention I could get, and by sheer luck I stumbled upon a safe haven where I could grow up surrounded by love. These days, I still struggle with anxiety and sporadic bouts of depression, but I have the tools to deal with them now: tools carefully given to me by this amazing community of young adults and teenagers who stumbled upon a little web forum and chose to stay there as we grew up together and our relationship changed from being strangers to family. So even on days when I find myself falling back down, I will never forget that I’ll always have my family to help me through the bad days and a place to call my heart’s home. The best part? They’ll always be right there at my fingertips.
Thank you, all of you, for helping me to become the person that wrote this essay and got into their dream school in their dream program. Thank you for believing in me even when I didn’t. I love you all so much.
So I’m currently applying to the coterminal master’s program (a 5th year after undergrad to get a master’s degree) here at Stanford, and we have to get two recommendation letters… and the one I got from my mentor over the summer at my internship said by far the nicest things about me I think anyone has ever said.
The last two sentences of the letter really stuck out to me:
“The reputation of Stanford is in very good condition if you continue to graduate students like [Kokonilly]. The only aspect that would give me pause about her application is that I would without hesitation offer her a full-time position at [company], which I would have to delay should she stay longer at Stanford.”
I feel a bit weird for posting this here- not sure if it’s the thread for it, but whatever. Anyhow, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about growing up and all this adulting that’s supposed to happen. I’m turning 21 on Sunday and it’s rather surreal. And despite all the rough patches, I’ve made it much farther than I ever thought I would and a huge part of that is thanks to you. Thank you…
To Robert for always being there for me, for believing in me despite all the drama. It all started out with helping me play Chess on the blog around the time I quit the school team because I was ashamed of being so bad at it, and that became a pattern of supporting me when I’d given up on myself. Your posts always made me laugh or gave me hope when I felt like I was stuck. There are to many of these occasions to mention each one, but I remember reading that post when you wrote about also having once been a recent Math Grad with no strong sense of direction made me think ‘okay, I’m on the right track with my life’.
To Roseanne, Rebecca and Paul for the artwork, the H&H, for their parts in creating the flamminess that is MuseBlog.
To my daughter Fireh, who’s now all grown up *gasp* into someone you read about and think ‘wow, she’s awesome’.
To Piggy- I miss you and all the family chats, but your seminary sounds idyllic and I’m glad you’ve found your place.
To all my other fellow space squids, both those travelling along with us and moved on to other realms of Space and Time.
I also want to apologize to Catwings- I don’t even remember how many years ago it was, but back when I you were new to the Blog, I attacked you on R&P with some immature rant about how your spelling annoyed me or something equally petty. It started off a pretty terrible avalanche of nastiness which I never properly apologized for. It took me a while to fess up to myself that my crusade was about me being a bitca rather than anything you did. By then, things had blown over and then I forgot. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for making your entry to MB difficult.
There’s a second reason for this post- as part of my reflecting, I’ve come to recognize that I still have a bad old coping mechanism from my dark teenage years (chronicled most extensively on all the R&P threads, holy bunnies am I sorry for making you read all of that). Anyhow, I’ve decided to kick it, and part of that involves sticking post-its with names and quotes that have inspired me or mean a lot to me on my mirror. The post-its are fairly big, so if any of you have any ‘you’ quotes you’d like on them with your names, I’d really like that. ((Otherwise, I’ll just pick something posted on the Blog in the past 7 years or however long its’ been now. You have been warned.))
Oh heck, I don’t even remember the incident anymore. My spelling probably was horrendous anyways. I do accept your apology.
Good luck with the being an adult, though. I hear it’s a scary but exciting world full of new abilities and powers. May you use them well.
Bookgirl:
It has been an honor and a pleasure.
<3 <3 <3 <3
I’m too tired for this and I already took my glasses off but: I just watched Vi Hart’s latest video a lot of which was about growing up as a teen girl on the internet and all the horrible things which that can so easily entail. Felt like the time to say, to the GAPAS and to everybody who was here when I was in high school (and even if you weren’t I still love you), thanks so much for having made this such a consistently safe and kind place to be a teen girl / young woman online. Thank you for demonstrating that there was room on the Internet for kindness. It’s God’s work, and I say that without a scrap of irony.
Thank you for your kind words, ZNZ. And thanks to all of you MBers who have helped make this place an idyllic little island (or Oasis) in the Internet.