*sighs* I have been trying my hardest to stay out of these types of discussions, no matter how much I may disagree with something someone has said. I just don't think that anything I could contribute would help, in fact, I think that pretty much anything I say wouldn't matter a lick - or would just piss someone off and incite them to argue with me.
But because it's you, Kez? I'll put down my two cents worth. However, this will be the last thread in which I will express my thoughts on the matter.
Whether or not anyone believes it, my decision to leave is not solely based on the fact that Jen is going. Yes, I will admit that it has import and was the straw that broke the camel's back for me, but I had been contemplating such a course of action for quite a while.
Now for why, as best as I can explain it and as much as I can say without offending anyone: I'm not happy here any longer. This was no person's specific fault, and never let it be said that I am not grateful to Rose and Claire for the wonderful time that I have had here - I very much am. I understand that things change and that nothing is forever, but MH has deviated so far from what it was when I joined that, yes, I am unhappy here.
When I first registered, I lived here. I slept here, ate here, saw the castle in my dreams. First and foremost, I joined to improve my writing skills because I am going to be an author one day. My aspiration is to be on the Bestseller's list someday, and I wanted something fun and challenging to do to help me on my way. Meeting people and making friends was second - I will admit to that. Not that I don't truly love the friends I've made here; I do and I always will... but this is what I have to do.
A year ago, there were plots - gigantic plots that everyone threw their all into, that everyone could get involved in. Everyone followed the rules set by the Headmistresses, everyone acheived their status by hard work and driving desire - not because of who they knew or because they were pitied. I sought out good threads and learned how to role-play, took suggestions to improve my style and writing, spell checked and grammar checked every post manually and with the aid of my computer. It was work, in a way, but it was
great fun and always rewarding. The Muggle World was secondary - vital to the site but NOT the most important board.
Now it's the board with the most posts and views, and though there are over 500 people here, the rules and guidelines that Rose worked so hard on have barely been viewed 150 times each. Even when multiples have been factored in, it still doesn't add up. Why do I think that is? The role-playing has become secondary to who is friends with who, who is dating who, which among the population has the most far-flung, preposterous power without having to work at it at all. Equal rights for all is perfectly fine, but being granted power and status when showing minimal or no effort at all quite frankly makes no sense to me.
I've come to believe that we will always find someone out there who is better than us at
something and that we will also find things we are better at than others. I am a writer - it is not only what I do for fun, it is my
life. Yes, I will proudly stand up and say that I have talent, and yes, I will say that I am more skilled than others. Is that
wrong? Does that make me an 'elitist b******' (or b****, as the case may be)? I'm sorry, but I don't think so, and I don't think it's wrong to expect to be recognized when I pour my entire soul into making my writing the best I can possibly make it.
For that matter, there are people here with divinely visual artistic talents that 'I' could never accomplish in my life! I can barely color inside the lines, much less create the masterpieces they do. Does that mean that they are a better
person than me? Of COURSE not! Does it mean they are a better artist than I? Of COURSE it does! Do they not deserve to be complemented, recognized, and rewarded for their talents?
They do.
I can admit when I suck at something; it's as simple as that. Writing, however, is not one of those things... and I can no longer grow here. I have tried, I have exhausted every effort that I can personally think of to restore MH by myself and with others, and I invariably get shot down, or worse, insulted and called names. I can't do it anymore, and I'm sorry. To anyone I've offended, or hurt - I never meant to do such a thing, and I certainly don't mean to offend or hurt anyone by leaving, but this is what I feel I must do. It truly pains me to see the number of OOC posts (even in places where there should be none), to see the average length of a post dwindle to a couple of haphazard paragraphs which take less than five minutes to write and into which go little or no thought, to see manifestations of laziness in which it seems that attention to correct spelling, grammar and punctuation has been completely lax.
So yes... I suppose this has been a confession of sorts, but what I think is wrong here should be evident throughout. Though I've made my decision, it still kills me to leave - in a couple of weeks, it would have been my one-year anniversary at MH. This was my home, in my heart it was, but I don't feel as if there is a place here for me anymore. Especially after Hurricane Ivan and the destruction of homes and lives in my beautiful town, I have had to re-evaluate what is important to me and what I should sweat for, what I should live for. MH is no longer it, and I am sincerely sorry that it has come to be so.
Once again, thank you, Rose and Claire. I wish you both nothing but the best - in fact, that's what I wish to all of you here, whether leaving or staying. I will never forget what Magic Horizons meant to me, or the doors it has opened for me.
Borrowing an idea from Jake - a few lyrics of 'Something Beautiful' by Cauterize sums it up pretty well:
Faded,
away like the color
in a blue sky
at the end of the day
night falls,
and the search begins
for something
something better than this
Scream or a cry
the truth or a lie
I'm not sure they will save us this time
I don't wanna be around
when it all comes down
to watch something beautiful die
To anyone who has had the patience to slog through all of that, thank you.
~Heather J. Morris, AKA Nicholas Keningston & Branwen Elensar