Post by artos on May 27, 2009 5:05:15 GMT
It's taken me years to develop an (somewhat) engaging, complex, and elaborate online persona. It allows me to interact with people in a manner that I normally would not. It's the mirror image of who I am.
It's boring. It's no fun when people don't understand. The humor is lost, and it comes out all wrong. The truth is that the perceived ego is-- and has been --a part I have long chosen to play. It was fun, and it was a rush to get a rise out of people. But now that's all but gone, and I find myself having to defend every last word from those who have grown to hate me. More power to them, I suppose, because I guess I did it wrong (or right?) and have strained all relations.
You know, in the end, though, it was that little exchange of words with the former SSD members that really got me to think about things. Of course, chief of which was realizing that they were the end result of what I do; I could never come close to that. It takes a certain and special kind of disregard for others to turn up like that. It's something that I do not like even being remotely affiliated with, and was the impetus for this conclusion and action.
So let me make it clear now: I am not like this in reality. This digital persona, the name tied with it, and all the like-- it's an alter ego. An avatar. It's a pretty crappy one, too, if people hate it. I can't even find a way to be sarcastic and combine it with irony anymore; I've long since played that out. It's stale. It's just progressed to being a hurtful, snide, terrible excuse for a person, and, looking back, I wonder why I kept up the facade for this long knowing that. This is not me, and I apologize for acting as such for so long.
I now find that participating in a simulated social environment for hours on end is a great waste of my time. It was enjoyable when I was in high school (and parts of college) when I had few other options, but I've no more time. Like so many before me, between work and an active social life, there are certain things that I must excise from my routine. So I suppose it is the right time to stop. (Then again, maybe it was time to stop years and years ago.)
I post this now not as a cry for attention or a means of pity. I've long been over the line, and this is an apology for being a complete and utter tool. I truly am sorry, and the only way I can make up for such is to leave in disgrace. All good things come to pass as they should; it's a shame that it is not the case here.
So take care, SSD. I hope that you'll continue on however you may; don't let the bastards keep you down.We had some great times, and we had some bad times. I'll keep that close to the chest, you can rest assured.
Farewell.
It's boring. It's no fun when people don't understand. The humor is lost, and it comes out all wrong. The truth is that the perceived ego is-- and has been --a part I have long chosen to play. It was fun, and it was a rush to get a rise out of people. But now that's all but gone, and I find myself having to defend every last word from those who have grown to hate me. More power to them, I suppose, because I guess I did it wrong (or right?) and have strained all relations.
You know, in the end, though, it was that little exchange of words with the former SSD members that really got me to think about things. Of course, chief of which was realizing that they were the end result of what I do; I could never come close to that. It takes a certain and special kind of disregard for others to turn up like that. It's something that I do not like even being remotely affiliated with, and was the impetus for this conclusion and action.
So let me make it clear now: I am not like this in reality. This digital persona, the name tied with it, and all the like-- it's an alter ego. An avatar. It's a pretty crappy one, too, if people hate it. I can't even find a way to be sarcastic and combine it with irony anymore; I've long since played that out. It's stale. It's just progressed to being a hurtful, snide, terrible excuse for a person, and, looking back, I wonder why I kept up the facade for this long knowing that. This is not me, and I apologize for acting as such for so long.
I now find that participating in a simulated social environment for hours on end is a great waste of my time. It was enjoyable when I was in high school (and parts of college) when I had few other options, but I've no more time. Like so many before me, between work and an active social life, there are certain things that I must excise from my routine. So I suppose it is the right time to stop. (Then again, maybe it was time to stop years and years ago.)
I post this now not as a cry for attention or a means of pity. I've long been over the line, and this is an apology for being a complete and utter tool. I truly am sorry, and the only way I can make up for such is to leave in disgrace. All good things come to pass as they should; it's a shame that it is not the case here.
So take care, SSD. I hope that you'll continue on however you may; don't let the bastards keep you down.We had some great times, and we had some bad times. I'll keep that close to the chest, you can rest assured.
Farewell.