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This was a triumph
by Chris

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I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I've been busy, or that I've had so much going on that I just didn't have time to write entries, or comment on diaries. I just forgot about it. Coming to this site became a drag, and most of the people I came here for are gone. I've invested so much time into this place, but the motivation isn't there anymore. It's not the same Bloop Diary that it used to be. There are better, more well-designed blogging sites out there, that are much more active, and I don't see myself blogging more frequently, as my blogging habits have been pretty much been reduced to "reblogging" other peoples' content, while adding my own comments, if I have any to add.

I'm even looking at some of my recent entries on here, and already the entry I'm currently writing is longer than most of them combined.

I've kept in touch with some of the people I met on Bloop. One of them got married, and I lost contact. One of them is such a bummer with literally every single thing written on his Facebook was negative, or otherwise complaining about something, and the last one I speak to maybe three times a year.

I don't really feel the need to tell anybody what I'm interested in these days, or what I've been doing, or what's happened in my life since I've last written on here. I've become such a pessimistic mess that I'm certain nobody actually cares, only because I know I wouldn't. When I talk to an old friend, I honestly, from the bottom of my heart, do not care about the TV shows they're interested in, or the kind of music they listen to now, or what kind of job they have, or anything.

I guess Deanna sucked that out of me.

We're no longer together.

And because of the circumstances surrounding our break up (I won't bore you with the details), I just don't have any interest in involving myself in other peoples' lives, in any capacity.

Reading this entire entry over, I guess this all sounds a little negative. It's got a dark overtone to it. I don't mean it that way. I guess what I'm trying to say is, my entire online identity involves talking to other people about common interests, and maybe some hobbies, but never about my personal life. People like to assume a role, and create themselves a presence in my life whenever I talk about personal things, and judge me for the decisions I make. I'm just tired of it. I've distanced myself from every single one of my online relationships for this reason. I've just gotten to the point where I realize that I don't really have any attachment to someone whose face I've never seen in person (I'm sorry if this hurts the one person who's going to read this that this applies to). There's such a weird, uncomfortable disconnect between the extremely close and personal relationships I cultivate in real life, and the ones hanging on by a thread online.

At some point in my life, I just became so desperate for friendship that I was just kind of "accepting all applications," and now I come to realize how hollow I've become. When I compare it to the person I've become now, the person who's becoming so full of life and emotion, I feel like coming back here is like finally getting clean from drugs, and running into my old drug dealer 10 years later.

Who was this person that used to get into hardcore flame wars with people across the world over insignificant political issues? Who was the person who believed that anybody cared enough about his age that he had to lie about it? Who was the person who begged and pleaded for an arbitrary position of power over a community of realistically less than 1,000 people, seeking the satisfaction of their validation?

Certainly not the person who's typing this now.
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Your tone is definitely different then it usually is. People change. I don't see it as a bad thing, you're just figuring shit out.

[♥{mrs.hanson}Star|0 likes] [|reply]

I think the same happens to a lot of people who join a site when in their teens. Sites do dwindle and people leave. And you grow up and change. Seems a normal, healthy development to me.

My heart is not in Bloop - but then I never took it terribly seriously anyway, perhaps because I was older when I joined. I found it amusing. Most of the amusement has gone now, as so many people have left, and the atmosphere has changed, and people congregate on other sites. I find after a while most sites become simply places of the past where I met a couple of people with whom I remain friends.

Anyway, it's good to see an update from you. Do you plan to stay or to delete your diary?

[starStar|0 likes] [|reply]

I'm not going to delete my diary. I got a lot of things off my chest about Bloop that I've been thinking about in the past couple of days. I don't know what I'm going to do about it.

I get into moods that last a few days where I tend to post a bunch across all of my social networking profiles until I'm satisfied, and then disappear for a few more months. That's probably what will happen here too.

But no, I don't ever see a reason to delete anything I create. It's still a part of my history.

[Det. Elliot Stabler|0 likes] [|reply]

are you happier now that you aren't getting in flame wars? Do you miss that? do you want that? what do you want?

[LN|0 likes] [|reply]

I'm not sure what I'm expecting out of Bloop. I'm so used to coming on here for a certain reason, to the point where I don't really understand the concept of what this diary is/was supposed to be now that that reason doesn't exist. It's hard to explain.

[Det. Elliot Stabler|0 likes] [|reply]

there are three people who i still read here. this site is pretty much dead. i use tumblr and have friends there.

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