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All jokes aside, outside of Star Wars, it legit feels impossible to cultivate mutual friendships on here anymore. Legit might be time to move off twitter for majority of my social media interactions. Bc that was always the staying power of twitter for me.
But now? Shrug https://twitter.com/popapothecary/status/1264573004853530624
But now? Shrug https://twitter.com/popapothecary/status/1264573004853530624
Twitter was such an important place to me for so long. I’ve met my best friends here, had adventures and memories that will last the rest of my life. Moments I’ll love forever that could never have happened without a simple, digital, hello. That has value & weight.
And maybe I’m being greedy in hoping to meet & adore more folks who spin in the same circles as I do, but it’s not that, truly. It’s like-mindedness & commonalities spread beyond one single topic that I absolutely love & thrive on. And it’s never bad to seek more Filling Up.
But if that’s only predicated on 1 fandom for always, then I’m just ..pigeon-holed and stifled. That’s not me. Never has been.
So yes, I love Star Wars. I always will. But I can’t talk about it anymore. Not at length. It’s been smeared by 1 too many parts of fandom hate.
So yes, I love Star Wars. I always will. But I can’t talk about it anymore. Not at length. It’s been smeared by 1 too many parts of fandom hate.
& the other part of all of this is far less whiny & way more important: I’m not the same person I was when this account started. Those same friends I’ve met & loved - some stayed, some have gone - have altered me.
I’m thankful for that. But there is distrust there, too.
I’m thankful for that. But there is distrust there, too.
I am human after all. It took a deeply traumatic event in my life to wake up to who I am and who I am is more than letting others take advantage of me & use me to their own gain. & then throw me away when their toy lost its shine.
I don’t know the ultimate aim of this thread.
I don’t know the ultimate aim of this thread.
Maybe it’s to pour it all out & make sense of this uneasy pit in my gut of not feeling Good here anymore. Or not feeling as though I’m allowed to be to who I am because It’s Not Star Wars, So Shut Up, Jack.
I don’t know.
I miss that false sense of comfort I suppose.
I don’t know.
I miss that false sense of comfort I suppose.
Anyway, if you’ve lasted this long, I’m sorry to disappoint with a anticlimactic ending.
This isn’t a subtweeting thread, I promise. If you know me & we’re solid, you know I care for you & value you as you value me. I see you, you see me.
I’m just a bit out of sorts.
This isn’t a subtweeting thread, I promise. If you know me & we’re solid, you know I care for you & value you as you value me. I see you, you see me.
I’m just a bit out of sorts.
Anyway, wash your hands, stay home, call a friend & ask them about their day. 
