Belonging

Over the years, I’ve belonged to different groups on the internet. They always seem to fade away at some point. Not so much because people get bored with what the group does, although I’m sure there’s a portion that do, but because the dynamics of the group change. Back when Rott and I belonged to KNAC.com, the group started splintering because of new people joining and fights and wars that broke out. It wasn’t fun anymore so some people stopped going. That changed the dynamic of the group the extent that it wasn’t fun for other people anymore either and they stopped going.

At the horse racing sim, I’ve seen that happen with different residencies and groups within the game. I still play although I seem to be able to only play for about six or seven months out of the year. I go on hiatus around the holidays and have trouble getting back to the game before the Derby. And I miss the people there when I don’t play. The problem is that the dynamic has changed so much that I’m not the only one who doesn’t go there daily to post or chat. We’ve all gotten sporadic about it. But every time I think of giving my stables to Fabman and TBS, I can’t. Not ready to let go I suppose. I love the game too much despite my lack of time for it.

The same thing happened with the Bar, the serial story where I used to write. It’s happened to Yahoo groups I belonged to. It’s even happened somewhat here in the Blogosphere. Sure, Dave still does what Dave has always done. You can always count on him to post. Karl still does his causes and talks about his angst. Gooster still posts hotties. Hilly still talks about her emotions. Marty still talks about music. Jester does his American Idol updates. I’m still here with my Marcuses. It just seems – with the exception of Dave – that we all do it less than we used to.

Rather than bemoan the fact that things aren’t the same as they used to be – and really who wants to be in stasis anyway? – I’m just glad to know that I belong. And I’ve had great places to belong and friends to belong with. And if they come around here once in awhile and say HI as Trotter from the sim did a week or so ago, well then, that’s something that I cherish. Those friendships, that warmth, that belonging. And it never goes away really, even if the group does. It’s always still there in your heart. You just have to remember to take it out and look at it and hug it once in awhile.

And now, as I always do on Monday, I have a Marcus!

I’m outta here. Lots of work to do at the cemetery. So everyone have a great Monday!

PS: Marty…way to go on the writing! Go, Marty! Go, Marty!

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4 Responses to Belonging

  1. Carol says:

    Well, I’m glad I stopped by today! I miss a lot of the way things were in groups, but some of it, I don’t miss.
    But I do hold dearly to the friends I’ve made, and you’re one of them.
    Hugs!

  2. Carol says:

    Well, I’m glad I stopped by today! I miss a lot of the way things were in groups, but some of it, I don’t miss.
    But I do hold dearly to the friends I’ve made, and you’re one of them.
    Hugs!

  3. marot says:

    I miss us plotting the weird things that would happen. I wish the group was still there but life gets in the way everytime. I know that I can still find you here & that makes me feel better. Next time I come to Cali I am so looking you up. Maybe i’ll walk in your work & complain about you repoing my coffin 🙂

  4. marot says:

    I miss us plotting the weird things that would happen. I wish the group was still there but life gets in the way everytime. I know that I can still find you here & that makes me feel better. Next time I come to Cali I am so looking you up. Maybe i’ll walk in your work & complain about you repoing my coffin 🙂