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Today is my LJ anniversary. I've been here 10 years, as of 3 PM today.
Who's left to read it?
These days, I'm only half-joking about it. I post nothing like I used to, to the extent that anyone posts like they used to in the age of Facebook and Twitter and other niche locations (Bearbook, anyone?) people use---where I can be found even today. LJ used to be that place for a lot of us. Now, times change, and in lightning-quick fashion. I'm still here, though, infrequently as anyone else is.
I read my f-list everyday, whenever I open up Firefox. So if there was a doubt that reading LJ still exists, ease your minds.
In thinking about it, the question comes to mind in the same way everyone thinks it every so often: how much longer? I don't have a lot to share here right now, since my life is bogged down in the mundane anymore. Pills will do that to a brain...such as it is. I read daily, I post when the spirit moves me, and I hope to get a comment or two, because it's nice to know that when you speak to the wind, your voice can carry long distances to the occasional person tuned in to hear you once again.
It's been an enjoyable ride. For all the bridges that I've burned, or whom others have torpedoed from beneath my feet, I still have had fun reading others' thoughts, even if they're people I don't talk to, or who don't talk back. I like getting to know people, much as the curmudgeonly exterior might contradict that. I like knowing what's going on elsewhere. Ten years built up a community, even if technological advances slowly but surely create bigger communities that make this one feel like Detroit in the era of urban blight. And I'll continue to tough it out.
I've contemplated changing the name here, because I don't often use the name of invisiblebear on other sites anymore. That's a bit of a story, but no worries, this entry is probably long enough without it. Suffice it to say, though, that even if no one could grasp the concept here, it still exists. I'm easy to look past, even in the bigger communities that sprung up around us. I'm easy to find, but apparently not easy to want to find, and that's actually OK. In ten years, I've at least grasped the idea not everyone wants to know everyone else, even after they've known them previously. That doesn't mean, however, I dismiss people. I keep doors open to most people, just in case, because there's always a chance that people who aren't currently an ally might reconsider things. Who am I to say no to that?
Anyway, back on track. Ten years on LJ. Not much heartache these days, but still enough angst and introspection and even being prolific---the Holy Trinity, apparently, of my LJ experience---to go around. I've had highs and lows around here, enough interesting experiences to go around, and I've even gotten to meet some people. Some of them even still talk to me. Go figure life out. It's been some 4,300 entries, none of which I've really even read back over, because it makes no sense to visit the battlefields when you're already a veteran. But I'm still here.
I don't know how much life LJ actually has, thanks to Mother Russia, but as long as it's not a total and complete ghost town, I have no plans to go anywhere. Of course, no one predicts when a bank will really foreclose on a house, now, do they? Still, though I'm more of a passenger (with a German Shepherd as my co-pilot), I've paid my money and intend on seeing the ride out.
Ten years...no one was really that young, were they?
Who's left to read it?
These days, I'm only half-joking about it. I post nothing like I used to, to the extent that anyone posts like they used to in the age of Facebook and Twitter and other niche locations (Bearbook, anyone?) people use---where I can be found even today. LJ used to be that place for a lot of us. Now, times change, and in lightning-quick fashion. I'm still here, though, infrequently as anyone else is.
I read my f-list everyday, whenever I open up Firefox. So if there was a doubt that reading LJ still exists, ease your minds.
In thinking about it, the question comes to mind in the same way everyone thinks it every so often: how much longer? I don't have a lot to share here right now, since my life is bogged down in the mundane anymore. Pills will do that to a brain...such as it is. I read daily, I post when the spirit moves me, and I hope to get a comment or two, because it's nice to know that when you speak to the wind, your voice can carry long distances to the occasional person tuned in to hear you once again.
It's been an enjoyable ride. For all the bridges that I've burned, or whom others have torpedoed from beneath my feet, I still have had fun reading others' thoughts, even if they're people I don't talk to, or who don't talk back. I like getting to know people, much as the curmudgeonly exterior might contradict that. I like knowing what's going on elsewhere. Ten years built up a community, even if technological advances slowly but surely create bigger communities that make this one feel like Detroit in the era of urban blight. And I'll continue to tough it out.
I've contemplated changing the name here, because I don't often use the name of invisiblebear on other sites anymore. That's a bit of a story, but no worries, this entry is probably long enough without it. Suffice it to say, though, that even if no one could grasp the concept here, it still exists. I'm easy to look past, even in the bigger communities that sprung up around us. I'm easy to find, but apparently not easy to want to find, and that's actually OK. In ten years, I've at least grasped the idea not everyone wants to know everyone else, even after they've known them previously. That doesn't mean, however, I dismiss people. I keep doors open to most people, just in case, because there's always a chance that people who aren't currently an ally might reconsider things. Who am I to say no to that?
Anyway, back on track. Ten years on LJ. Not much heartache these days, but still enough angst and introspection and even being prolific---the Holy Trinity, apparently, of my LJ experience---to go around. I've had highs and lows around here, enough interesting experiences to go around, and I've even gotten to meet some people. Some of them even still talk to me. Go figure life out. It's been some 4,300 entries, none of which I've really even read back over, because it makes no sense to visit the battlefields when you're already a veteran. But I'm still here.
I don't know how much life LJ actually has, thanks to Mother Russia, but as long as it's not a total and complete ghost town, I have no plans to go anywhere. Of course, no one predicts when a bank will really foreclose on a house, now, do they? Still, though I'm more of a passenger (with a German Shepherd as my co-pilot), I've paid my money and intend on seeing the ride out.
Ten years...no one was really that young, were they?