Sean D`Blue
DragonMistress
I have a thread I do that with, every once in a while.
It's kind of sad and nostalgic, I was so young then and thought everything was always gonna turn out okay.
Yeah same, but I liked how simple I was. I feel there was a point that I was more effected how people feel. It seemed that my first thought when going into a thread was "What can I say that will get peoples attention" Instead it was more like "What can I say that will be fun?"
There's a time, maybe plenty of people go through it, where you're number one goal in gaia is just get people to notice you, and you stop having fun. Or maybe that's just me.
The sad part is when I saw the moment I first met the girl I was to have my cute little gaian crush on. I was kinda pathetic and that's when I first started acting desperate, but just the wrong way, I was only acting dumber than usual to get her attention, instead of... mature? I guess that's the point of being 14.
Eh, trying to get people's attention is pretty much 100% of Gaia for me. Well, the forums, anyway. When I'm not in the mood to chat, I mostly trawl through the marketplace looking for good vendable items. Or organize my inventory. But usually, if I'm not looking for a conversation, I'm on some other part of the internet completely, usually webcomics or something.
And yeah, I wasn't on Gaia until I was about seventeen, eighteen, something...but I look back now, on the things that happened then, and how I reacted, and it's almost funny, how little I knew. And I had my crush too, and I thought the best thing to do, would be to stop talking to everyone he didn't like, and every time he logged in, to ignore everyone else who wasn't him, and pretty much just be his own personal yes-person, and give him all the items and things he wanted that I had, or that he could sell to buy the things he wanted...
Like I can even remember thinking, "oh god, I have to stop being friends with Derrin now, because John doesn't like him"
It's kind of a cross between shaking my head and facepalming.
