Old people?

I yearn to find that passion again. But I also know, that passion can only be found within myself, when I see writing that inspires the muse- like the tango; one of the most passionate dances of history... the romantic struggle, a turbulent mix, a courtship of writing that just draws you in, along with its audience.
 
All too true. It will take time and take patience but perhaps the embers that remain can be nurtured into the roaring infernos we once all held. Only time shall tell but. Heck let's figure it out together.
 
I remember this reality known as messenger which I vanished into for days on end .. kind of like this other life or a dream that never was who knows.
 
I have kept my roleplay stories alive over the years, I recount them to my wife who constantly reminds me that I already told her that one. I have never really stopped rping, and my stories and the memories and friends they created mean a lot to me. I started in 98 because I was in computer class and already knew everything we were talking about, so I just rped on yahoo during class and made 100s on all my papers. I looked forward to going to college just for that reason alone. I remember also rping in my html class as well, but again I already knew the material. I rped in two classes four days a week and then at home after cleaning and preparing dinner for the kids. Sometimes I'd just crash out on the couch and watch DBZ, Gundam Wing (One of the best animes, very thought provoking), or Sailor Moon with my daughter and son.

I met a lot of people irl that rped on yahoo, my friend Candice had a clan on yahoo called the Ravenhearts and she would come over when I dmed or my friend dmed our tabletop games. We'd sit there and talk about various people we had met on yahoo chat like it was a collectable card game. Over the years I have stayed in touch or the same sphere of influence with most of the people I met during that time. I encountered Varsinax on wow by complete accident one day in battlegrounds. He probably doesn't remember, but it is like yesterday in my memory, because out of all the places to find a name that strikes up old memories that was the last place. My stories are like my sixth child, I have nurtured them and watched them grow, and I look on them with pride at what they have become.
 
I had no one... I got into RP by myself... Was bullied online and offline... Surprised I didn't commit suicide, or become a heavy drinker.
 
After my divorce in 2003 I really hit the streets of Ayenee. Took me almost two years before I was ready to do the same thing in irl. Of course the fact there was just a gas station in my home town and my car died a few days after my divorce didn't speed things up. I lost my job due to the car, which got towed to a salvage yard.
 
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