Once upon a time, I was on ASPD and known by most. Then I got bored with hobbying and it was no longer fun so I left. Recently, I decided to take a quick dip and went to see the now retired Katie Fox. She was super and I remembered why I enjoyed hobbying. She is still on my phone and I should've/would've/could've called her, but I didn't.
Instead, today, there was a posting by someone who blurred out their face. I decided to take the plunge based on the rest of the un-blurred pic and when I got there, I was disappointed.
Now, nothing against the lady. She was sweet as could be. But I couldn't really say, " I can't "f" you." So I gave her 2 bens and called it a day. As I drove away, I began remembering why I left the first time.
Yes there are good days and bad days, but it just seems in the words of Tom Petty, "I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times, were just a little bit more in focus. . . ."
Maybe I'm just suffering from "good ole-day syndrome"....lol I'm not that old.