Is it time to just quit?

I used to belong to a large Nikon gear based web site. I was a moderator for years and very active. Once I acquired the higher level gear and skill set that suit my purposes I found that I no longer participated as much.

At first my thinking is that I just don’t need advice on gear and basic technique any longer.

But that is self centered thinking since the other half of the equation in forums like this is helping others and not just myself. Admittedly, I am still not super active on that (excellent) site.....but I probably should be simply to pass on what knowledge I have that might be helpful to someone else....as others did for me.

My point is, we should probably try to enjoy helping others as part of our own enjoyment here and other sites....and avenues of life. If I’m preaching here, I’m preaching to myself. I can’t be much help to anybody here at this point. Maybe at some point. But Elizabeth, you can be and have been a help to people here.

Yes, yes and yes!

I think the powers that be at Audiogon should make certain long time members honorary participants of the Insider Club™ - I vote for Liz, Almarg and Geoff, along with Ralph, Syntax and a whole host of others. That will give it real panache-- so you are getting something for your membership. Should I start a petition? Or a GFMe page? :)

Whart

If you really want to empty the Insiders Club in under 60 seconds then by all means induct GK!

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Gibberish, alternatively jibberish, jibber-jabber, or gobbledygook, is language that is (or appears to be) nonsense. It may include speech sounds that are not actual words, or language games and specialized jargon that seems nonsensical to outsiders.

Elizabeth, that word is a great description of audiophile talk.
Regarding your current ennui you might want to try Ishmael's solution:

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball.