Remember that friend you had as a kid that suddenly disappeared?

I wanted to see if this happens to anyone, where you have a really close friend as a kid and he/she is suddenly... gone. You know this person's real, because you found a photo years later... Does this happen to anyone?

It's called moving or simply fogetting to keep in contact.

I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.

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Why thank you! I knew there was an obvious answer to this...

Are you being serious or is there a joke flying over my head...?

I was being serious. Sorry for the confusion.

Well, I actually had that in my academy days. A buddy of mine whom I would work a lot with on projects and stuff was suddenly gone when he was about to graduate. Never heard of him again. There are rumours that he had died in an accident, but that's just that, rumours.

Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.

I knew I wasn't alone! I hope that your friend is okay & those rumors are false.

Actually, something like that happened when I was in...first or second grade of elementary. He was one or two years older than me, but he was really cool and friendly. But then he just...vanished. I was too young to really think about it at the time, but I think he might have been a foster child or something just living there temporarily.

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Oh, you mean like that. I thought you were talking about literal disappearances. Like abduction.

I remember no friends from the time I went to the usuburban school in my childhood. I doubt they remember me.

Or we all used to have a lot more friends, but they were all taken away by government either because they were recruited for secret project or because they knew too much, or both.

I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.

You got it! Though... what if the latter was what happened to some of these people...? Dear God... Like I said 1 internal link ago... "Dear God... "

edited 18th Jan '14 7:28:49 PM by ToxicLightning

I also heard from a fellow schoolmate in my early grammar school years, who converted to Salafi Islam and was killed in an attempt to attack an embassy in Lebanon last summer. But I wasn't friends with him, I just knew he was there.

edited 18th Jan '14 7:30:07 PM by TAPETRVE

Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.

yeah, and facebook does a great job of reconnecting yall.

bye

Not him. He's dead.

...I'm a horrible person.

Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.

and there's some people who don't join Facebook. (I actually tried looking for this person on Facebook...)

I've had a ton of good friends I used to keep in touch with a lot over IM just sort of drop of the face of the earth, never to be seen again.

Maybe real life got in the way...

Come on, I don't think any of them really disappear.

Maybe it is us who actually disappeared and that we are trapped somewhere secret, reliving artificial memories.

I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.

I found mine on Facebook, but I rarely use it, so I haven't reached out yet.

Of course, don't you know anything about ALCHEMY?!- Twin clones of Ivan the Great

His name was Carlos and I don't remember his last name.

what do you mean I didn't win, I ate more wet t-shirts than anyone else

So, is this thread basically supposed to be TroperTales/ChuckCunninghamSyndrome?

That reminds me, I miss juancarlos. (Before you ask, veteran troper, left a while before you joined.)

edited 19th Jan '14 12:30:50 AM by Odd1

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It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.

edited 19th Jan '14 12:37:49 AM by Mukora

"It's so hard to be humble, knowing how great I am."

That's something you wanna say to someone who feels like they're losing their grip on reality.

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Literally tens of times, most recently just a few months ago. (Used to be fairly close to a girl who moved to another state, until she recently changed her number and deleted her Facebook for reasons unknown.)

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