My Ranking Points
Falling into a life of fandoms and fangirls is like falling down the rabbit hole into Wonderland.
Except you never wake up.
You never quite return to the “real” world.
You stay in Wonderland…forever.
With the cats that smile, and the tea parties that never end, and the mushrooms that make you grow and shrink, and the nonsensical songs and the shouts of “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” and all kinds of mad logic that goes backwards and slantways and inside out.
And yes, at first it all does seem “mad” to you. But it isn’t long before you begin to enjoy it, every bit of it.
And the longer you stay down there, making friends with the blue caterpillars and Mad Hatters and march hares and Cheshire Cats, the more you start to understand their ways, speak their language. You have all kinds of fun at the unbirthday parties. You sing a few nonsensical songs of you own. You stop being afraid of the Queen of Hearts. You chat with the flowers, you spin your own riddles, you paint the roses red, and you come to love it.
Before you know it, you’re not the Alice of this Wonderland anymore. You might be the Mad Hatter, the blue caterpillar, the Cheshire Cat, or even the Queen of Hearts. Most likely you’re a little bit of all of them.
Many more Alices tumble down into Wonderland and begin to explore. The madness of Wonderland still seems so strange to them. But by now, their way of thinking seems just as strange to you.
So you do what the other inhabitants of Wonderland once did when you were in her little mary jane shoes. You tell her some riddles, you offer her a seat at your tea parties, you invite her to paint the roses red with you, you even shout “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” a few times…all the while laughing your head off at the hilarious idea of someone who’s never heard of an unbirthday before.
Once in awhile, you get a letter of phone call or Email or other correspondence from the “real” world, telling you to wake up from whatever dream you’re having and come deal with the tasks of the normal, sensible life it has waiting for you.
But the thing is…you can’t.
For better or worse, you’re a part of this Wonderland now in ways someone who’s never tumbled down the rabbit hole themselves can never possibly understand.
Besides, even if you do try to fill the requests “reality” asks of you now, your mad Wonderland mind will do it in some upside-down-and-backwards way that “reality” can’t comprehend. One simply does not expect the Mad Hatter to blindly assume that two plus two equals four when it could just as easily be eleventy-seven and a parrot. One simply does not ask them to sit up straight when the room looks so much more interesting upside down.
Once you’ve lived in Wonderland, you can’t go back. And you wouldn’t want to. Whether this is a dream or not–and you can’t really tell, can you?–This Wonderland is your Wonderland now, it’s your home, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Tomorrow’s math test can wait. Alice, the mock turtle, the march hare, the dormouse, the Cheshire cat, and the Queen of Hearts are all coming to your unbirthday party, and it’s bound to be one you’ll never forget.
Except sometimes, there comes a time when the wonder of your Wonderland starts to diminish.
The riddles start to be repetitive and predictable. The unbirthday parties never get quite as off-the-hook as they once did. The crazy colors and patterns all around slowly start to grow duller. The march hares and Cheshire cats you’ve known, for one reason or another, start to leave and never come back, or show up less and less often.
Too many Alices tumble down the rabbit hole into a Wonderland not quite as wonderful as you once knew it to be. They enjoy what wonder they see, but never get to experience the same magicaliciously amazing levels of chaos that you did when you first came to Wonderland. They never get to know just how much more wonderful it once was.
Still, you keep singing your songs, keep talking with the flowers, keep having tea parties. Maybe most of the time you get so caught up in it all that you don’t even realize what’s going on.
But once in awhile, you think back to the old days, you blink and look around, and you see just how lifeless the place has become, with barely anyone realizing it.
You want your Wonderland back. You want to get things back to how they were before. But you just don’t quite know how.
Some of your best friends in Wonderland have grown depressed at how much of the wonder has disappeared, and pack up their things and leave. Once in awhile, you wonder if you should do the same.
But your sentimentality grips you tight and you know you just can’t. You have to believe there’s still a little bit of wonder left. You have to cling to every last drop. You have to believe that if you try, you can bring more of it back to life.
You remember you’re one of the maddest hatters still left and everyone enjoys your tea parties and silly riddles.
And you stay in what’s left of your Wonderland, trying to keep it alive, just a little bit. You try to hang onto your memories of all the best and most zany, chaotic, rainbowlicously nonsensical exploits from Wonderland days of old, and you keep hoping that there’ll be more still to come if you stay. That maybe, just maybe, one day your Wonderland will once again be just as colorful and crazy as it once was.
Trying for the millionth time not to get so swept up in the daily routine of imitating madness that you’ll forget what madness could be, you go back to painting the roses red and planning your next tea party.
@spyingclimber @shadowstorm12 @pinkeleora08 @graceannemarie @fairytalegirl123 @indiam @stargalaxy9000
@spiritdream1112 @reaperbethehero @everkiko246 @pinker13
@with-seoul @prstncharlie @elsadog1234
@ ANY other user who might remember and understand
Hey, remember me? I was someone who packed up their things to leave, but I came back…
I do remember you. Fudgepop9, a different account. This really makes me want to cry.
@POLABEAR11!!!!!!!! Yes I remember you, how could I possibly forget?
Also, um, I wrote this short story that I don’t even know why I wrote but I did and I kinda wanted to share it with you seeing as due to certain things I don’t think I really can share it with anypony else it has to with Smudge I’ll explain more in the first page of the google doc why I am I saying this in a run-on sentence like this anyway here’s the link.
Skye, you weren’t there. You can only somewhat understand. Please don’t say you do, it just makes it harder for those of us who were there and did know so many users personally. You’ll understand one day, if you stay for long enough. But until then…. It’s impossible to.
*starts tearing up*
You mean…she will if this place gets…even less wondrous…
*tears up even more*
*wipes eyes furiously*
Wow. You have just used the craziest analogy possible to describe how I feel.
Also, has shadowstorm12 become active again?
But if you were inactive, then really you should only count it from when you became active again.
But you didn’t really experience any of the magical Wonderland-ness of it
This was meant to be a reminiscent post and now it’s just turned into a semi-argument. Let’s not talk about this anymore.
I feel like the saddest part is that I feel like I have barely anybody to talk to about how much this website meant to me. Whenever I bring it up with my friends they’re like “It’s just a website, get over it!”. They’ll never understand, but I don’t blame them.
I get it. This story is amazing, and anyone anywhere at anytime could read this story and cry from the absolute joy and sadness and wonder that went into writing this.
I remember the last time you posted something like this, it was about how awesome the site was, I was drifting at that stage, I commented “what is it like to be in Wonderland?” Or something to that effect and you replied that do what you were describing was everything that went down on the site
I never thought I’d read this analogy in a different sense, a nostaglic sense
It describes it perfectly, I understand. Kinda wish I didn’t but there you go
It’s very beautifully composed
This makes me want to post a massive meme comment chain or start a good fight or start a crazy comment chain. It makes me want to try to make it like it was
But I can’t
You know what I’m back, this has given me so much good for thought
Wonderland to me, is bigger than our familiar corner, once you go exploring you realise wonderland is endless and there’s always more. Page after page, chapter after chapter, book after book- it never ends. Fandoms never die but they do diminish, and it is depressing but the only way to stop that depression, for me, is to keep exploring. I don’t like to be idle, when you’re still you think the same thoughts over again and you never come to new conclusions. You’re stuck in a circle, a d you wonder how everything became so repetitive. So you break free.
I’ve seen so much more, always a new book to discover, don’t swell on things that make you sad because it’s within your power to change that. You always come back to your beginnings and you always care about the first mad hatter you met, the first rabbit hole you fell down. But there’s a new chapter waiting for you, just turn the page. You can always click back and re-read your favourite parts but you can’t discover anything else if you confirm that page. Maybe someday you can all meet up, discuss your adventures all over wonderland because no one ever forgets.
This was a bit of ramble but did I mention you’ve really inspired me to read Alice in wonderland? I never have but it seems like such a classic
I can actually think of several similarities between a raven and a writing desk
I’m sorry to ramble on at you so much but I can’t stand the thought of anyone feeling what is being expressed in this post
I have, and I do sometimes but I try my best not to
I don’t understand. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’m sorry. For all the wonderland that disappeared, for every time another friend left, for the colorless parties and empty riddles and bland food fights. All that’s left now is to hope, and to live one day at a time. Because eventually, those friends might re-visit. They might fall down the hole again, peek through the closed door. They might smile, then laugh, then join in. And slowly the rainbows might brighten again. Wonderland won’t ever be the same. But it could be brand new, re-drawn and re-written in different colors. With new and old together. Perhaps this is a possible future. Perhaps the repuom umopisdn will one day be back again.
*sobs and resists the temptations to hug you*
*Berry pulls you and me and Fudge and Darkfire into a group hug anyways*
*I wipe away my tears, and hug each of you back*
I hate how this happens. I love the Wonderlands of past. But there will always be some new Wonderland to come, and that one may just be the one which brings every dream back to life. Every time I see this place, memories. Every time I think of a bygone user, memories. No matter how much time passes, I can’t imagine forgetting this place because it’s become a huge part of me. Of us.
We’re stronger together.
Let’s fall through the portal to the next Wonderland, shall we?