It's crazy. As I come to a close on this subscription and contemplate my walking away from SG membership, it has been weird. I was looking through my first year of blogs this morning.
All the comments on the blogs are out of context because back in 2004, leaving comments on each other's blogs was the conversation. Leave a comment on their's, they leave a comment on yours. Back and forth and only seeing the forth.
Online acquaintances that shared so much. The old SGNC group. Seeing people posting about the east coast camping trip (i never went... :( ). Nobody was peddling anything. It wasn't a tool for self promotion. We all just laughed about stupid shit and threw that non-creepy flirtatiousness around at each other.
There were so many grey accounts in my comments. Or SGs that left the site in the great exodus. Or people that just moved on. So many beautiful women that I have had the pleasure of meeting here. Albeit very few in person. Always wanted to meet @nicolelee, but our emails and mix CD exchanges rocked. I still have the FUCK YINZ tee she made me. Awkward thanksgiving with @llona was fantastic.
The guys that I met in real life and we found out shared SG has always been funny. Good times, many beers, lots of parties.
I also realize in looking back that I have left the site two or three times before. It has always been an outlet for me since I have a fair amount of anonymity here. I could say what I want and not worry about it appearing in a Google search. The reflections on loss. On heartbreak. On depression. On indecision in life. Whether I received words of encouragement or it was just put out with a cathartic silence, I used the site as a tool for healing, understanding, acceptance.
Currently content in a relationship and at the ripe old age of 40, I feel at peace with walking away from the site. I am prominent on the faceyspace and tool around on Instagram. Google my username and you can find me out there on the worldwide webs...
Keep in touch with yourselves....
