After reading JoL's blog entry about Unkster and all the shenanigans and
emolutioning that gets displayed out here, I feel a sudden sense of loss and guilt for abandoning what was the repository of my feelings for a good 3 years.
But yet, I don't how to feel anymore when I read some of the posts.
To be happy or sad. To chuckle or chortle. To reminisce or regret.
In a morbid sort of way, I sometimes miss those feelings. And yet, I'd be damned to repeat some of the sillier things I have done with my life.
Perhaps that's what they call an early mid-life crisis. Which is what I think Unkster is about really.
Ha!
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