I would love to be able to compose a five-paragraph essay on the virtues and merits of being an MPSIMSer. Unfortunately, Scotticher already claimed the prize. So I’ll go with something else.
This place is as much a part of my family as anyone else. I’ve met . . . around 50 of you (which is still a BIT shy of the size of my extended family), and have plans to meet more. I’ve sacrificed time, energy, money (hoo boy),and yes, even sanity for you all. We’ve gone to the upper limits of TMI (though there are some things even I won’t tell you here) in the name of fighting ignorance, making Euty, UncleBeer and Coldy vomit AND blush at the same time (quite a feat for a ClogBoy, from what I hear).
You have kept me happy, sad, curious, very UNcurious at times, in school (yay 2.0 gpa!), somewhat intelligent, wary of bringing beverages near my computer, smiling with my eyes, wondering what in the hell y’all are smoking, wondering what kind of google searches you do to find dolphin porn, and getting generally aroused by several threads (oops, TMI).
In return, I have tried to be amusing where I thought it fit, and serious when I couldn’t think of anything funny to say. On at least one occasion, I am told, I was both, to which I say: a thousand monkeys on a thousand computers will eventually find the SDMB. When I failed at humor and gravity (boycott gravity today!) I was boring. This explains all my boring posts.
We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve stared at posts and wondered what the hell I was smoking (dill seeds. Gotta love 'em). You have endured my mistakes (mostly:)) and from what I hear, some of you even like me despite myself.
I don’t understand this last bit, but I don’t understand much, so there you go.
I have shared with you some of my more inner feelings. I was out on this board before I was out to most of my family. You know about my high school years and my interesting family members. I don’t tell many people about them. I have opened myself up to your honest thoughts of me (most of them weren’t that bad). You have done the same.
I have gained the strength through you to see my weaknesses as such and not “Oh, whatever, I got hurt.” Through the pain I have felt through your and words and mine I understand that it is all for nothing if I (we) can’t gain anything from it. It’s like bondage; it hurts, but it feels so good at the end (and in the middle, if you get the leather whip!).
We are a strong group because we know how to rely on eachother. We know how to ask for help and how to give it. We are, each of us, important individuals. Our strength lies in knowing how to live. There is no other community like this one, and it’s sad that more people can’t experience it, but happy because things would get really crowded in here . . .
And that, my friends, is what makes us anything but mundane or pointless.