Voltaire is leaving. Voltaire was one of the reasons I joined SG.
I don't want to say anything negative about SG but I've been thinking about cancelling my membership for a few weeks.
No one would miss me anyway.
I have a confession to make. I read his blog today. I haven't read his blog in three weeks, maybe longer. It's hard, when you waste as much time on the internet as I do, to NOT read his blog. I find myself wondering, does he miss me? Like a pathetic little boy with no friends. He writes, "I'm working on something big." I've heard that before. He never finishes anything before he starts on another "big" thing. He writes about including the "elite" in the development, and that they have already been notified. I was not notified. In some sad way I felt like crying. This guy used to be one of my best friends. Now I'm nothing to him.
I hate feeling like this. Like this pathetic little boy. This sad, sad thing.
When I was very little, less than 10, I had a friend named Seth Warner. I remember his name very well. He lived next door. We were best friends. I told him all my dirty secrets and I shared everything I had. Then one day he left. He moved away. The morning he left he did not say good bye. He took chalk and wrote all kinds of nasty things on the pavement in front of my house. I felt betrayed, abandoned, and pathetic. And to this day, no matter what I accomplish, I will always feel like that.
In the whole world there are maybe five people who give a shit about me. And they are not on the internet.
I don't want to say anything negative about SG but I've been thinking about cancelling my membership for a few weeks.
No one would miss me anyway.
I have a confession to make. I read his blog today. I haven't read his blog in three weeks, maybe longer. It's hard, when you waste as much time on the internet as I do, to NOT read his blog. I find myself wondering, does he miss me? Like a pathetic little boy with no friends. He writes, "I'm working on something big." I've heard that before. He never finishes anything before he starts on another "big" thing. He writes about including the "elite" in the development, and that they have already been notified. I was not notified. In some sad way I felt like crying. This guy used to be one of my best friends. Now I'm nothing to him.
I hate feeling like this. Like this pathetic little boy. This sad, sad thing.
When I was very little, less than 10, I had a friend named Seth Warner. I remember his name very well. He lived next door. We were best friends. I told him all my dirty secrets and I shared everything I had. Then one day he left. He moved away. The morning he left he did not say good bye. He took chalk and wrote all kinds of nasty things on the pavement in front of my house. I felt betrayed, abandoned, and pathetic. And to this day, no matter what I accomplish, I will always feel like that.
In the whole world there are maybe five people who give a shit about me. And they are not on the internet.