You know what? You pay your money, you get to post. You get to post on topics that interest you, pontificate about all the things that you know well, tell only those narratives that reflect well on you. You get to tell the funniest jokes you know, the saddest stories you’ve experienced, and all the prosaic experiences, the mediocre achievements, the inferieur mots, can be excised from your internet persona and SDMB community reputation. Everybody here gets to be better, or worse if they want, in every way, than they are when they shut off the computer and walk out the front door. That’s what the price of admission gets you.
When you leave, you get to post as big as you wish you were, to hell with whatever you may have actually been. Everybody else gets to attend your farewell party or not as they please, and a few will attend and say rude things about the host, but that’s a risk at any party, and those people rarely matter at all.
I may be in the minority, but the big reason I’m here in the first place is for the opportunity to show off, to make people notice me enough to comment upon my posts, preferably with approval. When I leave, I’ll waste no time on my detractors, if any, and I just might link to all those posts I’m still proud of that I thought drew less than enough attention. And it’ll be egocentric and boring to most of the community and draw lots of witty derision, and funny derision, and plain derision, and irritable dull derision, and foolish but well-intentioned derision, and rude stupid derision, and none of it will matter to me as much as the single compliment I might get, deserved or not, as I shut down the magic typewriter and go to bed.
In case I never post here again, assume I’m being happy and productive and start a thread about what a promising poster I was, and be sure to link to a post I made you thought was particularly funny.