Yes, I have been out for a while, as usual. I keep falling out of the communities for longer periods ever and ever again. And I don't seem to blog a lot. It seems I have missed a few things. But then, nothing too serious or important.
The German community has reshaped a bit, the main community page has changed its location due to... well... stuff. Same inside, different outside.
I have missed a huge national convention. A thing that happens once in slightly less than a decade. I was told that I was missed there. Okay... well... yes. I simply lost it. I'll take the next chance. Whenever this is.
I am moving to a new country. It's just for the job and only for a few years. An abroad thingie, once more. More money, different location, same uniform. I have added another two years to do this. I originally planned to leave this little club in camouflage in slightly more than a year from now... oopsie-daisy. Things change.
The communities have the same turmoils again and again that I have seen over the last what... 14 years online now? And it just never stops being about sangs and psis. This os one of the few times where I must honestly admit being happy that the German scene is not so far ahead of the development and has smaller and "younger" problems. I'd rather debate the self-definition over and over and over again than being back to the old flame-war days (or rather, nights).
Anyway, back to the topic. The reason why I am writing this is a totally different one.
I am starting to become slightly paranoid. A few months, I was out to buy some ciggies. The shop owner caught me honestly surprised with the one question I hadn't expected in years. Age. "May I see your ID, please?" Whew, gimme a break, when did I hear this the last time... oh, right. Only a year ago, trying to get some beer in the UK. Oh, bugger.
Fact is, the good lady was close to a fullscale heart attack wen I showed my ID. She apologized over and over again (to be honest, it was annoying since I couldn't stop her from apologizing... she was really, honestly distressed. Started babbling about good genes in my family, I nodded, smiled, left.)
Okay. Now imagine this scene happened at a federal office. I had to apply for a new passport and a new driving licence only 4 weeks ago (ID documents are being turned into biometrical, digital, megafunctional bs-thingies over here now, I don't entirely like this development but hell, can't change the system). It all worked out fine. But I had a small pouch filled with fotos of me from the last couple of years. And then the documents themselves... My driving licence with a photo where I was 19 years old (mind you, different ages for driving licenses here). The ID with the image from the time I was 28. A federal ID with a picture which is fairly new. The only differences are... well.
I had shorter hair when I was 19. Then there is this semi-legally accepted image in b/w with long hair on my ID. I have my hair tied up neatly in a knot on my Army ID. With the new applications, I had to hand in totally new pictures. Biometrics and stuff. I am just really happy noone compared the biometric image, only a week old, with the other pictures. Because they all look friggin' same. Apart from one fact: I have gained a little weight.
I am really getting slightly afraid of this scenario. I mean honestly, isn't this a problem fictional vamps should have? I am starting to lie to new acquaintances about my age, but the other way around that other giels would do it. Rather, I do not tell them my age at all. Because strange things happen when I tell them (tried once). I could really do without this. Which does not mean I want to look older, honestly, I like the way I look and the way people below my age get along with me simply because they are not intimidated. But sometimes I wonder how long it will take before I run into a problem real life V's really shouldn't have.
The German community has reshaped a bit, the main community page has changed its location due to... well... stuff. Same inside, different outside.
I have missed a huge national convention. A thing that happens once in slightly less than a decade. I was told that I was missed there. Okay... well... yes. I simply lost it. I'll take the next chance. Whenever this is.
I am moving to a new country. It's just for the job and only for a few years. An abroad thingie, once more. More money, different location, same uniform. I have added another two years to do this. I originally planned to leave this little club in camouflage in slightly more than a year from now... oopsie-daisy. Things change.
The communities have the same turmoils again and again that I have seen over the last what... 14 years online now? And it just never stops being about sangs and psis. This os one of the few times where I must honestly admit being happy that the German scene is not so far ahead of the development and has smaller and "younger" problems. I'd rather debate the self-definition over and over and over again than being back to the old flame-war days (or rather, nights).
Anyway, back to the topic. The reason why I am writing this is a totally different one.
I am starting to become slightly paranoid. A few months, I was out to buy some ciggies. The shop owner caught me honestly surprised with the one question I hadn't expected in years. Age. "May I see your ID, please?" Whew, gimme a break, when did I hear this the last time... oh, right. Only a year ago, trying to get some beer in the UK. Oh, bugger.
Fact is, the good lady was close to a fullscale heart attack wen I showed my ID. She apologized over and over again (to be honest, it was annoying since I couldn't stop her from apologizing... she was really, honestly distressed. Started babbling about good genes in my family, I nodded, smiled, left.)
Okay. Now imagine this scene happened at a federal office. I had to apply for a new passport and a new driving licence only 4 weeks ago (ID documents are being turned into biometrical, digital, megafunctional bs-thingies over here now, I don't entirely like this development but hell, can't change the system). It all worked out fine. But I had a small pouch filled with fotos of me from the last couple of years. And then the documents themselves... My driving licence with a photo where I was 19 years old (mind you, different ages for driving licenses here). The ID with the image from the time I was 28. A federal ID with a picture which is fairly new. The only differences are... well.
I had shorter hair when I was 19. Then there is this semi-legally accepted image in b/w with long hair on my ID. I have my hair tied up neatly in a knot on my Army ID. With the new applications, I had to hand in totally new pictures. Biometrics and stuff. I am just really happy noone compared the biometric image, only a week old, with the other pictures. Because they all look friggin' same. Apart from one fact: I have gained a little weight.
I am really getting slightly afraid of this scenario. I mean honestly, isn't this a problem fictional vamps should have? I am starting to lie to new acquaintances about my age, but the other way around that other giels would do it. Rather, I do not tell them my age at all. Because strange things happen when I tell them (tried once). I could really do without this. Which does not mean I want to look older, honestly, I like the way I look and the way people below my age get along with me simply because they are not intimidated. But sometimes I wonder how long it will take before I run into a problem real life V's really shouldn't have.
