Not been lurking for a few weeks, this is the new open bar, right?
Nope. This is the death rattle thread.
madness...?
PD is like that running gag in comedy where you think the character is gonna die and just as the lights go out there's one more thing to say, but it's been going like that for YEARS now.
What if PD CAN'T DIE??
The funny thing is that it SEEMS dead, but then this thread that proves we all still check it at least once a day, and clearly want to chill online with each other.
Yeah. It's like a fractal refrain in the song of my life since 2011. It's been a hard and strange decade, yet PD has ever been something I can come back to in good or bad circumstances. Strange for a thing to be a "place" to me. It's the closest thing I have had to a spiritual community since I was 19 and rejected churches pretty much entirely. I truly am unable to imagine how I would be had I not made the decision to dive in. I surely cannot speak for anyone else, but WE ARE STILL HERE, for whatever reasons.
That's beautiful, Wizzy J. What do you think has made participation here feel like a spiritual experience to you?
Hmmm... Well Cramulamadingdong, It was confusing, painful at times, euphoric at times. Sometimes PD seemed freakishly synchronous to events in my life, sometimes freakishly asynchronous. I have seen the whimsy and the dire thoughts of Genius and Shadow alike in the other posters. I saw myself grow and mutate. Subjectively I came to know Eris personally. She showed me how asshats are made. Objectively... Well I still got a pretty good grip on the asshat thing. I have achieved the subversion of my own "unlimited" thread and it feels like an accomplishment, yet it's of no great concern to anyone but me. I took up ORANGES once in honor of another's suffering, once in my foolass pride, recieving vision from each and suffering digestive malfunction beyond the pale of the uninitiated. I began to feel like my poetry mattered enough to keep a record of, in this way at last accepting my artistic nature. I beheld the steady metamorphosis of those that remain and the inglorious butthurt of many a failed troll. I told people things about myself I never tell anyone. I went mad with poison and revealed myselves in a manner that could not be controlled. I may have at long last learned to accept that I can be correct and still WRONG in my attitude towards correct information from others. I may not have learned anything whatsoever in this sense. I made blood ass friends and a couple dire enemies, both of which I would love to be on the doorstep of one day. I learned that if you want to fight a spiritual war you gotta fight dirtier than a mad boar in rut, but Keep Your Fucking Mouth Shut.
In short,
I fucked around.
I found out.
Hail Eris!!
All Hail
Discordia!!
