Subject: Re: On Aging (apologies for the length)
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Posted on: 2012-05-28 08:25:00 UTC
I admit, my experience with the PPC is not like those that have posted here. But my story with the PPC goes back a lot further than when I first joined in late 2009.
Fanfiction was how I started on the internet in earnest. I had dabbled in a few things- Lego Online games, Neopets, and- *shudder* Barbie Online. I was about 7. I’d keep dabbling in Neopets until I was about 10. And then something changed.
I got my first laptop. I had gotten my first computer when I was eight, and I loved it. But I was also eight and terminally shy. My mother had put the fear of god in me regarding the internet and the people on it and that they were all horrible people and think of the danger (This will come into play in just a moment, I swear).
It was my 10th birthday, and I had just hit double digits and gotten my first laptop. Feeling terribly grown up, I found a link to deviantart somehow, and tracked down some labyrinth fanart by Pika la Cynique. I loved her style, and her humor- and then I found her OFUM fanart. I then spent the next few weeks devouring both OFUM and its sequel (Which was still updating at the time).
Mystified by her Celebrian fanart’s notes of “Hates Vanilla Ice Cream” and “Celebrian” I did a little googling.
That is when I found my first PPC fiction. Reading hS’ mission/MST of Celebrian, my interest was peaked, but I lost the link halfway through and read it on my own time without commentary. To say it was... eyeopening would be an understatement. It being my first foray into... adult things, and fanfiction. I kept digging through Miss Cam’s site, looking for more OFUM, but instead found the TOS. I read it. And then I read her sidestory. Loving every second of it, I ventured for the first time onto the board in 2005ish. I remember sitting at my desk, my ‘Hello!’ post all typed out and ready. My username would have been Rosefairy4905.
I was five seconds from clicking post. And then the guilt and worry hit me. What if this wasn’t safe. What if they (the PPC) were dangerous. I didn’t know anything about these people. What if I was just falling into a trap. Having a mild panic attack, I closed it down and made myself put it out of mind. Better safe than sorry.
It would take another two years or so, when I moved to Connecticut, before I turned to fanfiction again. Let me clarify. When I was living in Washington, I did have friends. Not many, but a few. The kids who lived on my street, as well as two girls whose mom was friends with mine. These were kids I had played in the mud with, had chased around with sticks, and picked berries with. Had built and stormed forts with.
When I moved to Connecticut, I lost contact. I had no one. For 11 months of my life, I didn’t go outside but to walk to the bodega, three blocks down. I didn’t have any friends- and at the time, my parent’s marriage was strained. I heard screaming matches and threats of moving back across the country to my grandparent’s house. So I turned to the internet. I admit, I had some downturns. I tried my hand at writing, but my own self-critical nature stopped me from ever posting. And then, I started to read fanfiction again.
Admittedly, it was Labyrinth fanfiction, then Harry Potter, then LotR. Having been a big fan of these all as a kid, I devoured the fandoms’ output ravenously. And, I admit, I read some pretty terrible stuff. I found the PPC again, and this time there was a wiki- but I didn’t get as far as the board that time. I had decided I was going to write my own fanfiction. It was... mediocre at best. I had teetered off by late Septemberish 2009 when I killed off my penname persona. Yes it’s up on FF.net. Yes it’s a little painful. I know.
And then Twilight hit. It was big, and popular, and it’s what girls my age were supposed to be reading, so what was the harm? I kept seeing all of these rave reviews and the movie was coming out soon, so I set my heart on it. I was going to read Twilight and it was going to be amazing and I was going to love it because that’s what I’m supposed to be liking. Keep in mind I was still heavily isolated in Connecticut at the time.
It lasted for about three books. See, at the time, I was still under the impression of, if it was printed or on the internet, it was good. Mostly due to my own insecurity, and assuming that only the highest standards of books could ever pass the impossibly high standards of publishers. SURELY IF IT IS PRINTED, IT IS GOOD.
And then I read Breaking Dawn. Dear god. That book... I... Okay, even when I was reading the books as a twihard, I was rooting for Bella and Edward to be together... because I didn’t like either of them. I was Team Edward, because I thought Jacob was way, way too good for Bella. And when Book four hit, my illusions were shattered.
I got the fourth book on December 19th 2009, three months after arriving in Louisiana.
I joined the PPC on December 22nd 2009.
I loved it. I had been lurking the wikia and had already formed a crush on Dann (I was a sucker then, I’m sorry.), and July was my hero, and the thought of being in the same community as them as a dizzying prospect. The next few days after joining the PPC went as followed.
Press Post on the board.
Have a panic attack and regret it.
Go “Oh my god I’m gonna be in the same place as July!”
Have a panic attack and regret it.
Go “Oh my god July added me on Yahoo Messenger.”
Have a panic attack and regret it.
Talk to July on Yahoo.
Come off as a psycho bubbly babbling fangirl.
Have a panic attack and regret it.
Venture into the IRC
Have a panic attack and leave.
You get the picture. I eventually got up the courage to be a slightly more... permanent presence in the IRC, but... to be frank, I don’t think I was much better than certain boarders now. I requested permission two weeks after my starting post. I was bubbly beyond belief. I had no sense of grammar, punctuation, or capitalization (those who have read my fanfiction will be painfully aware of this.), and to be frank... I was probably painfully annoying. But I didn’t spend much time on the board.
While my mom’s advice had made me scared of IRC channels, it was nothing, NOTHING like the fear she put in me in regards to forums.
I still have panic attacks when I have to do things on here. I’ve deleted everything on this doc and rewritten it half a dozen times now.
From here on out, this is where my PPC experience differs so highly from say, July, VM, and hS.
The PPC IRC community was my first, and still is my only real internet community. 99% of my social circle is online. 95% of that social circle is on the PPC IRC channel. But while my board interactions have been few and far between, I flourished on the IRC. It mellowed me out, it gave me confidence. It told me when I was being a stupid whiny brat, and then helped me move past it. It helped me when I was down and heading for a nasty depression, and panicking over my first date- I’m sure Dann and Maslab remember me going into a tizzy over being in a tizzy because oh my god what if I get a stress pimple on my nose and what if it gets to be a quarter sized and then I have a quarter sized pimple on my nose, and then what if it pops and scars, and then I’ll have a quarter sized scar on my nose and ohgodIcan’tdothis.
But I never had any of the standard oldbie bonding experiences. I’ve never been in a crisis. I’ve never really participated in any big threads, Silly, fandom, RP or otherwise, beyond the shipfest. I’ve written one mission, and it was a co-write three years ago. Hell, I wasn’t even aware of the Boozette thing until it had already passed.
The IRC is my home. And while I run away and hide and self-deprecate like it’s going out of style, and while I will probably never stop hating everything I do because it’s not good enough or it’s just not right or whatever, the IRC was the one place I could carve out a corner and hide in it. I wasn’t a tablelamp or an obstacle. Because of the IRC, I found a relationship. And then lost it. Only to gain another. And then accidentally form a love starfish with too many legs shifting on and off and got wildly confused for a while. But now I’m happy. Even if my love life might as well be in Schrodinger's Box half the time.
I've graduated from high school, moved several thousand miles, coming up terrifyingly fast on my third birthday in the PPC, and just finished my first year of college. I've wreaked havoc and turned boarders into cats. I ran a madcap RP involving a wooden spaceship and several PPCers. I believe it was some mix of Peter Pan and Star Trek. Also a jungle island. And Halo.
I’ve had my ups and downs. The fighting near the end of last year, as well as a horrifyingly scarring experience made me drop off the radar for nearly 4 months. I’ve vanished from the IRC before, saying I won’t come back, saying I’m not worth it that I’m not good enough, that it’s just not fun anymore. But I always do return.
I don’t know how I’ll contribute more. To be honest, I’m still scared of the posting board. But that’s more because I’m terrified of technology and new things.
Though I don't suppose I can get y'all to sign an autograph before I go? For old time's sake ;)