Sign me up under the SPOOFE comment, withthe exception of GQ, which I just can’t go to very often because I get lost in it, going “Yeah! I always wondered that, too!” and opening 90% of the threads. So I just don’t go at all.
The other thing about the Pit is that I always think of it as the most “personal” forum, the one where everyone really knows each other and knows each other’s deepest secrets…or what passes for deepest secrets. I think it also may be the least-visited, so the people who do hang out here form a smaller group than IMHO or MPSIMS.
Overall, though, I’m reading and posting far, far less these days. After 3 years here, there’s very little that’s new and different for me, and I’m trying very hard to be conscious of how I spend my time. I woke up a while back and realized that life really is incredibly brief, and I was pissing much of it away on stupid, time-sucking pursuits that didn’t really enrich my existence on any level, and that included alot (not all) of my beloved SDMB, sorry to say no offense meant of course. I don’t open threads that are merely vaguely interesting anymore, I’d rather have a swim, do some writing, play with my dogs, practice my piano, make love with my honey, get some work done, read a book, spend time with one of my many friends that I do not see nearly enough of, meditate, do some yoga, or cook an interesting meal.
And it isn’t just the SDMB, either, it’s the whole fucking internet, which is a time-sucking life drain if ever such a thing were invented. I find I have to be extremely vigilant about how I let it eat up the hours of my life.
When I get to the end of this life, which I intend to be many decades hence, I don’t want to look back with any regrets at how I spent the most precious thing I was given that can never be replenished: time. Once this moment is gone, there is no getting it back or replacing it with a different one.
I will not die an unlived life…
stoid
who had no intention of getting all deep and stuff when she started, but shit happens.
