You know that feeling when you're up at 2:00 and realize that you used to write, like, a lot? When you can't sleep so you're googling if irony can't, in fact, be sincere? And you end up inevitably finding your way back to David Foster Wallace[1] and find a blogpost with a link to a writing style analyzer. Following the rabbit hole, you are unsurprised when you write like him, though you sincerely feel irony[2] can be a good thing. Remembering that rp site that you made a bunch of posts in, you remember your username and . And you're surprised to learn that those posts are more similar to Stephen King and Anne Rice [depending on the amount of dialogue]. And that feeling when you recall how you used to visit that site all the time seven years ago and even got a shiny staff title for a bit but suddenly disappeared due to crippling back pains? And how all this wells up inside you to the point where you search the web for rp forums and find a newly made one with too many recognizable names?
No? Just me? Oh well~
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So, yeah: my name is Jehanne, I reside in the town of Internet in the country of Earth, and my age is such that I can no longer due the "this many" thing with my hands. [A quantitative issue with my limbs, and not a qualitative one of fine motor skills.] The whole point of me making this post at whyareyoustillup o'clock AM is to put myself back in a community of people who enjoy writing and creating as much as I do: from savvy to green. I recognize waaaaaay too many of the staff here -- I'm wondering if it'll be the same with the other users here, and hoping I learn to recognize many of the new faces as well.
A different place, yet with familiar faces. Nostalgic and strange in so many ways.
Serendipity? Chance? Synchronicity? I'll finish that Jung book one of these days.
[1]Requiescant in pace.
[2]Only on 5 or 6 layers of irony; he is like the little baby.[3]
[3]Though -- ostensibly for that reason -- a kid, he fell in the milk.
No? Just me? Oh well~
[...]
So, yeah: my name is Jehanne, I reside in the town of Internet in the country of Earth, and my age is such that I can no longer due the "this many" thing with my hands. [A quantitative issue with my limbs, and not a qualitative one of fine motor skills.] The whole point of me making this post at whyareyoustillup o'clock AM is to put myself back in a community of people who enjoy writing and creating as much as I do: from savvy to green. I recognize waaaaaay too many of the staff here -- I'm wondering if it'll be the same with the other users here, and hoping I learn to recognize many of the new faces as well.
A different place, yet with familiar faces. Nostalgic and strange in so many ways.
Serendipity? Chance? Synchronicity? I'll finish that Jung book one of these days.
[1]Requiescant in pace.
[2]Only on 5 or 6 layers of irony; he is like the little baby.[3]
[3]Though -- ostensibly for that reason -- a kid, he fell in the milk.
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