If approached with a willingness to laugh at and forgive yourself, it can be cathartic, humbling, and informative. I guess your mileage may vary.
I feel kind of nostalgic for innocence that felt wise, and the comraderie I found when the Internet was younger and slow, and everyone I loved was becoming themselves, finding that the world was simultaneously larger and smaller, and making time to keep in touch. (And didn't we believe we always would?)
I remember when my life was incomplete if I didn't spill my every thought and foolish whim into a phone call with teachny, and listen to her decorating the details of her tales with sarcasm and playful barbs. Now, we speak maybe three times a year, and see each other once every year or two. She introduced me to @batmoon when they were college roommates. I clicked on his name to see if he was still updating. He moved to the West Coast? He fell in love? And then what? Would we recognize each other at a party? Do our politics still align? Of what do his days consist? Is he a journalist? A musician? Would I appreciate the music he loves? I'm just somebody he used to know. Does he remember my given name? What the hell is his last name again?
The whole list of LJs I followed is mostly like that. But that is the nature of the thing. We probably all thought this platform was something much bigger than it is. It was always just a snapshot. A time capsule. And it can be appreciated as such.
I feel kind of nostalgic for innocence that felt wise, and the comraderie I found when the Internet was younger and slow, and everyone I loved was becoming themselves, finding that the world was simultaneously larger and smaller, and making time to keep in touch. (And didn't we believe we always would?)
I remember when my life was incomplete if I didn't spill my every thought and foolish whim into a phone call with teachny, and listen to her decorating the details of her tales with sarcasm and playful barbs. Now, we speak maybe three times a year, and see each other once every year or two. She introduced me to @batmoon when they were college roommates. I clicked on his name to see if he was still updating. He moved to the West Coast? He fell in love? And then what? Would we recognize each other at a party? Do our politics still align? Of what do his days consist? Is he a journalist? A musician? Would I appreciate the music he loves? I'm just somebody he used to know. Does he remember my given name? What the hell is his last name again?
The whole list of LJs I followed is mostly like that. But that is the nature of the thing. We probably all thought this platform was something much bigger than it is. It was always just a snapshot. A time capsule. And it can be appreciated as such.
With love and affection,
From the future.
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