Please, Mr. Walkhimdownwiththatswitchtillhisbodylooklikeswisscheese is my father's name! :)

I've figured out ways to keep up to date with everyone on here that wants to be kept up with, and that I want to keep up with. I'm 'done' with my scramble.

And you know what?

It's not what Cohost meant to me at all. It was never the individual people. Nor was it the site itself. It was the way the system had us interacting with each other. It's not the people OR the things, it's both.

And we just won't get that anywhere else.

The fact that I've seen as many people utterly disheartened and broken by the site's closure as I have seen people complaining about problems the site had that literally every other site has as bad if not worse (which does not invalidate those problems, it just means they're likely not fuckin' Cohost's fault specifically, y'know?) means this place was special.

But maybe, honestly, maybe Cohost needs to close.

Maybe all Social Media does, at some point or another. Not all at once, not right away. But all things end. Maybe there's good to this that we won't know until time has passed.

I know one thing for sure; I've never grown better as a person with comfort.

Maybe Eggbug wants me to be a better person.

When a movie pauses during a crucial scene one woman discovers that the movie isn't the only thing that has paused.