Greetings, fellow BCSB users and abusers
Few of you may remember me; even more... do not know, nor do not care. Good! That puts us on even ground. But for those who may recall the name, the face, or the legends spoke only in secret, you probably have no doubt that right now, there are moderators reaching for the ban button, to delete, destroy, or deny; whatever is closest or most convenient. Maybe you support the ban, maybe you oppose it. I have my enemies and my allies. Banishment or not, it's really inconsequential to me at this point. But first, a word or two...
It's been a while. Many things have changed around here; many have not. The motorcycling market is abuzz; The exchange rate is up, fresh fish traded for old vets, all swapping places at astonishing rates. As always, this thriving 'community' has been busy doing what it does best; Dumping the 'lottery of the living' and pumping the 'listing of the lost'. And my my, how the list has grown! Business is good!
...Speaking of which, should be a productive season coming up, no?
Well, I've spent some considerable time now in the corner, exiled, banished, out of sight, out of mind - and it was not necessarily a bad thing! Sure, like any serious drug the withdrawal was initially agonizing and abrupt, a visceral removal from an artificial 'reality'.. but the eventual freedom was a fantastic relief. I really can't say I've missed any of you fucktards, or any of the manufactured drama that goes with it... the idiocy, the incessant arguments, the over-inflated opinions and egos... (and don't think for a second that I don't know that I'm fully guilty of all this and more - as is everyone else!) ...but removal from the situation has had a ...therapeutic effect. (Interestingly enough, my therapist has broken down into 'the rapist', but that's another matter all together!)
The Buddhists have an excellent expression; "drinking boiling water 3 times a day and belching forth flames", and that's exactly what I used to do here. I'd read some post and be astonished or aggravated by it, and unleash my honest opinion...or perhaps manufacture one, just to provide entertainment, or hopefully provoke a different line of reasoning. I viewed my job here as being someone who is supposed to piss people off. I didn't want to be just another forgettable username. I didn't want to be just a smiling face you see here presenting some kind of vapid easily digestible garbage. There's enough of that already. It was time for something different. I wanted to provoke, either thoughts or actions... I didn't care which. Unfortunately, popular opinion rarely found my opinions popular, a sentiment I often reversed and returned. And so the circle spun... as it must. I played my part and I played it well.
You see, it was only after being forcefully shoved out the door and into the dark that I was eventually able to come to an illuminated understanding through intense introspection, finally being able to actually appreciate the beauties and joys of motorcycling again. The voices were all silenced. There was no forum to check 1000 times daily, I didn't 'have to' listen to anyone and everyone who happens to ride a bike spew forth gibberish, the endless bickering back and forth about this and that, reminding me that sadly, there is no IQ test involved in the licensing process. No longer was I reading the same silly questions that every newbie has, nor the same stupid responses that every self-proclaimed 'experienced' rider has in return. I didn't have to look at page after page of automated responses to death threads where every stranger feel obligated to throw in their oh-so-original 'RIP's and make allusions to dying on a bike == heroes in heaven. No more gears nazis, track nazis, forum or 'please be friendly to new user' nazis. I was no longer drinking the boiling water. The bullshit faded away like blue magic-marker reminders scrawled onto the back of a greasy fist; giving way to a beautiful silence where the only thing that mattered was the passing scenery and the wail of the engine. It was actually quite wonderful. So very zen.
So why then, come back? Good question; Quite simply, the door was opened, and we all know that curiosity gets the cat, every time. (I can practically hear the old guard scrambling; "For the sake of fuck, who left that door open!?") -Any bets on how long it'll be before I get shoved back out again!? Not that I'm in any rush, it's early yet and there will undoubtedly be many opportunities for oppression. So patience, good mods - but push your buttons if you must; as I will surely push yours. :P
But for now, lets sit back and marvel as the astonishing panorama of the endtimes unfolds...
Enjoy the ride.