Warning: Long Journal, primarily as a RE: to a certain userSometimes I wonder why some people act the way they do on the internet and why they don't try to better themselves. I've come across a lot of people in the many years I've been a regular to the internet, especially DA. And it's amazing how many people thrive on drama. If something goes just a tiny bit wrong, they make a big deal about it for a long ass time, and sometimes they'll 'leave DA foreverz' and make a new account to avoid drama based on their old account.
Now, I've left an account twice in the past, but each has its good reasons.
Andrews-Angel was left because the name was shit and I was still very new to the net. I let everyone know that I was moving so there wouldn't be confusion. Those who truly watched me at the first account watched me on the next one from then on. Then, in winter of 2006, I decided there was just way too much drama in the second account, primarily between myself and a certain individual who still causes a lot of drama from time to time and I still find it hard to talk tough too. I discovered that I still knew the password to my
elemente account from a long time ago when I was going to start a project named "Elemente" and decided to just start anew there instead of making yet another account.
Now, I have used that account since the beginning of '07 and I plan to keep that account for as long as I'm still interested in DA in order to post my fan works. This account was created solely for the purpose of posting my originals since they're normally downright ignored on my other account.
I have only 2 accounts active, and my previous ones were left for valid reasons.
Now...there are some people who have an account for every occasion, be it a phase they're going through or a fandom they're currently obsessing over. Now, I don't know about all you, but after the third account change within the course of a year, it gets pretty annoying to have to add yet another account to your watch list in order to continue appreciating a person's work, and having to go through and remove the old account to prevent clutter, only for you to have to re-watch that account again just a short time later, and to un-watch the old account, and the cycle just continues until you don't even know which account is truly active anymore and you just want it to stop.
Recently I had a bit of a shuffle with one individual who had changed accounts yet AGAIN and it was the point where I pretty much had had enough of having to follow them around and I let them know it. I appreciate artists whom are able to work with a large variety of styles with practice. if I didn't I wouldn't watch them. What I could do with out is the wide variety of drama that seems to go along with it.
Be it drama about people making pairings you don't like in that certain fandom, drama about people pointing out that that person's character is CLEARLY a mary-sue and needs a little work to prevent from being such, or drama based on a person who did professional and official work in said fandom passing away many
months before and yet they're sobbing up a storm, acting like it had happened just yesterday, tarnishing the memories by crying about it, rather than honoring the memories by being strong about the passing after so much time had gone by.
I know how much it hurts to lose someone, trust me. I was friends with this very nice and sweet elderly couple a long time ago when I still lived in Washington. The older man would make a siren-like sound when he saw me racing on my bike, and his wife would invite me over for some snacks while we'd talk about their days. They were like a third pair of Grandparents to me, always watching out for me and keeping me company in a neighborhood where nobody liked me.
Now, at the time, I didn't know it, but they were both fighting cancer. During the winter, when I couldn't use my bike to visit them, both of them passed away. Broke my heart when I found out. It hurt every time I'd have to pass their house. But over a few months, I got over the death and continued to race by the house, remembering the old man making the siren sound very well and even smiling about the memory, as well as the days where I was almost late getting home talking with the elderly lady about the bullies in school and the crazy teachers I had to put up with. It hurt at first, but instead of tarnishing the memory by being depressed about it, I honored the memories by remembering them for the wonderful people they were and continued on with my life happily. This happened to me when I was only in the 5th grade. I still miss those people, but I don't cry about it.
So to a certain individual out there--don't say I don't know what it's like to lose someone unless you double check your facts. I know what it's like. It hurts, but it's no excuse for you to throw away the things that person may have inspired you to do.
But I guess that's still more than enough grounds to tear down all your precious works, 'shut down' one account and move on to another with a whole new fandom and name. What's the point? You're still there, aren't you? Why move? It only causes mass confusion and annoyance to certain people.
The drama doesn't even stop there though. Even still with that new account, there is still something that has to inspire a tear-filled journal. This is stuff I expect to see from maybe a 14-year-old that still doesn't understand that the internet isn't the place you go to for everything that goes wrong in your life, unless you're the person who had people who only give you a pat on your back, saying 'it's okay' over and over, and gives you a virtual cookie to make you feel better, rather than having people who have been to the real world and back, giving advice on how that person can better themselves and be stronger then next time something happens. I think the only place where that's common enough to be okay is on Livejournal, which is why I left.
Shit happens. Simple as that. A LOT of shit happens in my life, but I don't make a journal about everything that happens. Not everyone needs to know that some asshole stole my bike seat, or how I nearly passed out in the 90-degree weather trying to find a job. Some things not everyone needs to get a journal update about. Heck, I hardly update my journal at all! I wait until something big is happening or coming up to do that. I don't need to tell the world what happened every time I'm upset about something. I'd feel like I'm burdening my friends with my problems I should be dealing with myself.
Then again, I know how to deal with the bullshit that is reality. I like the occasional pat on the back from my friends, but I don't need it in order to survive. That I need to learn on my own. There was a time where the internet wasn't as free and open as it is now folks. You couldn't always talk about people from around the world about your problems. You had to deal with them yourself. It shouldn't be that hard to do now!
I think I'd said enough for now. If I get anymore shit, I'll just have to add to the journal, though I really doubt it's going to be read the whole way through. And if it is, it's only going to be misread and misinterpreted, and once again ladies and gentlemen, I will be labeled as the heartless bitch who apparently doesn't know what it's like to deal with harsh things.
I'll keep this journal up until until it's seen by the intended audience, or until I get bored and sick of it stretching my page.
Good day.