That's my suspicion footer: she felt it was healthy for her to move away from it. Maybe that she didn't like what it turned her into, to become combative with people, but that she felt she couldn't resist it either. As an addict, her healthy method for dealing with such a problem is to completely remove it from her life, cold turkey.

Wherever did you find a cherry in this place?!!!


:D

We imported one from England. ;)

Cheeky!

We have cherries in England?



I was pretty sure we'd lost all ours.... (present company excepted)

Aw this sucks. I hope Bri gets back to a place where she can feel comfortable re-joining us.

You're confusing me moar. I thought this was that place.

I'll sure miss her. Especially since She gave me the head pat.
I think , rather than asking UT to ban me if I ever get like that I will just avoid alt + s.

please come back...

It was like watching someone with a zit cut off their face. The cure being worse than the condition.

Fixed it for ya.

In Bri's defense, since as far as I've been able to see we can and should defend those who deserve defending as a courtesy extended beyond those who might not need or deserve defending, her buttons were pushed and pushed and pushed. It is nice for those who take these situations with a grain of salt, and that is a trait I myself envy. Create havoc and whistle on down the road, feeling good, is a trait I think the devil himself invented.

We all know she has had some hard times. There is a level of coldness shown to those who dare suffer here; compassion is only the name of the game if the behavior still fits the category of not being hard to watch.

Though many behaviors are much, much, much more disturbing (such as enjoying hurting and watching people writhe) our society is still fundamentally unable to comprehend human conditions beyond that which does not make us fear for our own minds.

We can all commisserate, and we care, about a lost job, or a passing illness, or such things. This understanding is our "good."

When it's deeper than those sorts of things it's easier and more acceptable to hope it goes away. This lack of understanding is our "bad."

I'm not talking about the Cellar except as it pertains to being a microcosm of the world.

We love you Bri. If you read this, know that.

Beautiful...quite.

I don't understand why someone who can beat alcohol and cancer and whatever other adversity she's had to overcome in her life would run away from a conflict with one or two known assholes. I would have thought she'd stand and fight....I am surprised and vaguely disappointed that these people were not called out and asked to change. It's kind of like watching your team give up during a playoff game. I will miss Bri. She's one of the good guys. I know I can still talk to her, but i enjoy her zany cellar style and fearless honesty. She's unique. She's worth 20 of the cocks that ruined this thing for her.

This place has a certain utility for some of us. By that I mean, we all get something out of sharing our stories and feelings and rants. We may even NEED the interaction because we do not or cannot get it in our real lives, for whatever reason. Maybe it's just the LEVEL of interaction we get here that we need. I'm sad for Claudette that she won't get it here anymore. I hope she gets it somewhere. (I hope she gets it in the dupa with no lube, at the moment) Anyway.... when you get so involved in hating on one or two other people that you no longer like the whole place, or maybe you dont like the way YOU'VE become, I guess you have to leave.

To the people that made her so mad that she did this I could offer a big 'fuck you', but they are really not to blame. Assholes act like assholes every day. they spew shit and smell bad. that's what they do. She chose her course of action, and made the decision to leave us all behind. She did. Not them. I don't think it was even their intent, for her to leave. Yes, it sucks that people are mean or aggravating. Yes, it sucks that she's gone and they're still here. Yes, we'll miss her.

But Bri, UR DOING IT WRONG

I got this little tidbit in a PM today from someone I consider wise:
Maybe if we all close our eyes and wish really hard, Brianna will come back....like when tinkerbell dies in peter pan.

Very nicely said jim.

I can't possibly know what's in Bri's head. I can say I have met, once or twice, the feelings that rise up when the place you do count on for so many things that perhaps we are not getting in real life starts to feel like a hostile place. Even though it is not, it feels that way, and that hurts so much that you have to run...much like a cornered critter.

You (not you you, you as in some of us you, as in me anyway) acquiesce, you smart back, you make jokes, you argue, you grin, you learn, you cry, you feel...and sometimes when it gets to feel like just too much, when you've let your walls down way more than you ever thought you'd dare, and you sense danger, you run. You run through the thickest brush and don't care about the cuts you get on the way out because you just have to get away. In fact, if you escape without injury, whether self or other-inflicted...you just come back the next day. You might laugh at your own behavior. But when you're injured...you self preserve. You come out of that corner you felt driven into fighting, as if all the power you have left is dedicated to that one last chance at survival.


At least, I think I understand her in that way...though I don't dare to pretend I could really understand anyone beyond myself. And that is even iffy.

It I posted even half the things I type in this little bitty box, my post-count would be around 4k. Instead, I usually look at what I've written and think "Naaah."

I miss Bri too. I liked her... perspective.