THEN vs. NOW: How are you different? - by Wynne
Tocky on 7/6/2018 at 02:45
You know the bear is asleep and you can walk past but the stick is sooooooo pointy.
Mr.Duck on 7/6/2018 at 05:17
Woof woof.
Queue on 8/6/2018 at 15:18
Quote Posted by LesserFollies
Comm Chat seems to have gotten a little....argumentative in its old age
No, it hasn't. And damn you for saying so.
LesserFollies on 8/6/2018 at 17:03
Queue goddammit you ignorant slut you're wrong and you suck aaaassssssss !!!!!!!!! :mad:
I remember you :D *hug*
Queue on 9/6/2018 at 02:12
Awwwww...come here and let me fondle you lovingly.
(See, we all love each other in the end. Except Tony--fuck him.)
scumble on 9/6/2018 at 11:58
It would be a good idea to stick to Wynne's original idea because I've not seen so many rarely posting older members for ages. Religion can be argued about somewhere else. Hugging can stay in this thread...
1998: Still at University and isolated, playing Unreal and Thief Gold seem better memories than real life at the time. I had no internet where I lived so I only popped in here to find some information and download some files. On to a 3.5" disk.
2018: I now know I'm autistic and why I'm isolated usually. I seem to be doing OK as a single father of two children and trying to settle down into my own identity after being overly influenced by others for years, often the wrong people who were supposed to be friends or spouses. I'm closer to the right people now at least. Part of me wants to go back to 1988 and have another go from there but maybe I can use what I've experienced to do better with what I've got left after turning 40 this year. Some sort of mid-life crisis is going on but I don't think it'll involve leather jackets and motorbikes.
LesserFollies on 9/6/2018 at 16:44
Quote Posted by Queue
(See, we all love each other in the end.)
Yes, I remember Mr Duck in particular used to enjoy loving people in the end :)
*hugs scumble*
Mr.Duck on 9/6/2018 at 19:28
Love is a four letter word.
<3
Carry on, citizens.
Gray on 10/6/2018 at 02:40
20 years ago, I was doing alright. I had a decent job as a systems administrator at a local branch of worldwide telecommunications company, and a bright future. I had not yet graduated from university, but it was only a matter of doing one or two more courses and a thesis. Everything was going fine. I found TTLG, read the forums, got involved, and eventually became a moderator for one of the lesser forums.
Three years later my insomnia had gotten so bad I had to shelve all my future plans. I had to stop working. I could not finish university. I did not yet realise that this insomnia thing was not just a temporary thing, but it would haunt the rest of my life. I was eventually diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. To the uninitiated, I try to explain it like having the worst hangover of you life, and a flu, and it never ends. This is roughly the point in time when I left TTLG, because I could no longer keep up with the forums, and the moderating duties.
Now I had all the time in the world, but nothing to waste it on, because I was too tired. I decided to try the biggest timewasting game out at the time, World of Warcraft. One week in, I bumped in to some weird Scottish woman. We became friends. She came over to visit. We fell in love. It turned out she was the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. We got married. I moved to Scotland. You wouldn't think that, would you? But it happened. The happiest days of my life.
Five years later, cancer kills her. And here I am, a foreigner stuck in Scotland. Still quite ill, no money and without the one person who made any sense in this world. Like a rudderless ship in a vast ocean. I don't even know if I can afford to move back to my home country, and even if I can, I might not have the brains to plan it. She was the thinker, the organiser, the brilliant one. I'm lost without her. I am literally and metaphorically lost in Scotland.
It wasn't just me who realised she was awesome. She was much loved by her family and friends, and they all offer to help me with whatever needs to be done. I appreciate, accept and need their help, but it's never gonna be enough. I lost my soul mate. I found her, and I lost her. Cancer is a bitch.
