...It is an amazing truth that one discovers in devastating loss that one can once again embrace a joyful life not only fully, but more fully borne of the ability to simultaneously gently hold grief as well...![]()
"Son...just because you're lonely....doesn't mean you're alone. Love is the best friend anyone could ever ask for."
Hey, TLB - good to see you poking around - hope all is well. Asking for help has never been easy for me but learning to accept that which is so freely given has done wonders in my life.Been awhile, brother. Came back with some sadness in my heart over one of our friends. I used this moment to go back and re-read this original post, more than just to come here and let you know you are remembered but also to look back at part of why you are remembered so fondly, so loved by those you left behind.
I can relate to the OP, in that I am somehow an 'old person magnet'. Doesn't matter the setting, they always find me, sit next to me and start conversation. It may be about anything, sometimes they just need to talk. Maybe, even when I don't know it, sometimes I just need to listen to someone.
This bit has struck a cord within me. I don't know if my belief is rooted in this quote from so long ago, but a similar mantra has become ingrained in my approach to the world. Nobody is ever alone, unless they choose to be. Even if you don't have the strength or courage to ask for help, just letting them in might be enough to make the difference.
I've always kept things within, and dodged confronting such things by offering to be there for others. I know there are people who are there for me, truly 'there' for me. And maybe someday I'll open up more and lean on them. I'm not ready yet. But I'm glad I've let people in before, it can make a lifetime of difference. Like letting this scrawny kid into my heart so long ago, and your impact ripples long after you are gone.
lots of love to you, tlb. miss you so much.Been awhile, brother. Came back with some sadness in my heart over one of our friends. I used this moment to go back and re-read this original post, more than just to come here and let you know you are remembered but also to look back at part of why you are remembered so fondly, so loved by those you left behind.
Are you referring to OP?Fucker. Ya left us too soon, dammit. Hope you are enjoying the afterlife, laughing at all us poor souls struggling along knowing we'll be ok and just need to hang on.
Ahh, I saw this older comment from a couple of years back.Been awhile, brother. Came back with some sadness in my heart over one of our friends. I used this moment to go back and re-read this original post, more than just to come here and let you know you are remembered but also to look back at part of why you are remembered so fondly, so loved by those you left behind.
I can relate to the OP, in that I am somehow an 'old person magnet'. Doesn't matter the setting, they always find me, sit next to me and start conversation. It may be about anything, sometimes they just need to talk. Maybe, even when I don't know it, sometimes I just need to listen to someone.
This bit has struck a cord within me. I don't know if my belief is rooted in this quote from so long ago, but a similar mantra has become ingrained in my approach to the world. Nobody is ever alone, unless they choose to be. Even if you don't have the strength or courage to ask for help, just letting them in might be enough to make the difference.
I've always kept things within, and dodged confronting such things by offering to be there for others. I know there are people who are there for me, truly 'there' for me. And maybe someday I'll open up more and lean on them. I'm not ready yet. But I'm glad I've let people in before, it can make a lifetime of difference. Like letting this scrawny kid into my heart so long ago, and your impact ripples long after you are gone.
Are you referring to OP?
Reading those old posts make me nostalgic for the innocence of the old internet - the ways in which places like this were a way to connect with likeminded strangers across a vast and unknown world before returning to your mostly offline normal life surrounded by mostly offline people.
I never went to any BL meetups - I mostly lurked for a few years prior to making an account in 2005 and even then didn't contribute much to discussion. I was also a shroomery member at that time and was more active on the IRC server and message board. I went to a couple of meetups with folks I met through there, though I was also getting deeper into opioid addiction around the mid 00s. I got clean in 08 and that lead to taking a step away from forums like this for a few years. By the time I started coming back here I was working harm reduction and drug user health as a professional searching for discussion/experiences around people using opioids in the time of fentanyl. Kind of a full circle journey, though notable to see how things evolve/change over time and in different snapshots of time.Yes, to OP. My view of the dead is they are still all around us, we can talk to them anytime, anywhere. But putting it here is like knocking on his door to talk to him.
Different times. Back then there'd be 30 of us meeting up for a rave and crashing at the hotel before/after. Tremendous bonding back then.
It makes me kind of sad that my kids will never really know or understand what the early days of the Internet were like. But I suppose every generation has that or those "thing(s)".Are you referring to OP?
Reading those old posts make me nostalgic for the innocence of the old internet - the ways in which places like this were a way to connect with likeminded strangers across a vast and unknown world before returning to your mostly offline normal life surrounded by mostly offline people.
I started using IRC in 1994, AOL briefly in 1995, before getting a dialup connection at home in 1997. Had a geocities site and became a server op in like 1998 on the server for a channel I frequented. The room had started on irc.mtv.com and was part of a failed attempt by MTV to host a live chatroom that they broadcasted during TRL. Profanity and hilarity ensued and the feed was quickly abandoned. The server, however, remained for a year or so before becoming unmoderated and basically just a wasteland of script-kiddies fucking with people who signed in. The room I had been a part of #myplace was moved to xworld.org which IIRC was a star trek fan server - I became friends with the channel and server ops /admins and eventually got server op permissions which I thought was so 1337It makes me kind of sad that my kids will never really know or understand what the early days of the Internet were like. But I suppose every generation has that or those "thing(s)".