RE: Where is Everyone? (The End of Steemit)
Ohhhhh @caleblailmusik! You speak for me! What is this new Zeigeist where so many "refugees" flocking to new Steemit homes were exiled? You (and me): a lot of my friends left and it leaves me wondering how many actually considered me their friend back. And I don't have a great answer for that. I don't know. This is all online stuff. I've been at this for, like, a year, and I still don't understand a lot of it. I thought I had somewhere I belonged.
Yes. And no matter where I pitch my tent, the same thing happens again and again, and I almost never set foot at Discord anymore (how apt is that name!).
I didn't even know Neg and the old gang were no longer "Blocking" together. Funny, I've been hit hard this September with premature Seasonal Affective Disorder, so my go-to has been old high school yearbooks (going back as far as 1970, when I was but a grade-schooler), and I'm revisiting the past, and seeing my childhood from a new perspective. You're much too young for that, I'm sure. But try looking up some real-life people you lost touch with after high school, and see if you can find some loyal friends? I'm still working on it. Good luck and keep me posted!
I'd say I'm too young for the whole "viewing your friendships objectively" thing, but I've totally been doing that. I think I thought people liked me in high school more than they did. I was impervious (with my glowing optimism!) to what others might call bullying! Wow!!
I think some of the folks are still Blocking together, but, like, there are so many new servers and little corners that everyone is dipping their toes into, rather than focusing in one area. It's thrown me for a loop!
Caleb, I cannot imagine you were not loved, even in those notoriously awkward high school years. I thought NOBODY liked me but 30+ years later, I've learned of a few people who actually did think I was all right. I was born weird. A misfit. Naturally I escaped into fairy tales and sci-fi and fantasy. At 17 I left the rural community and started college and discovered a new world full of fellow weirdos (intellectuals). Oh, I got trampled again, but eventually, I learned to like myself, to the point that I think I'm cute, funny, and fun to be with--but you'd be amazed (or not!) at how few people think the same way of me. :) If in fact you were impervious to bullying, that kind of "ignorance is bliss" would be a great launch for a story. Somewhat like the Pink Panther movies with Peter Sellers having no idea how incompetent he is, or how lucky. :)