It’s amazing how much emotion we invest in our cars. I had a not very expensive but fairly unique car in my late teens. Eventually, I joined the adult world, moved away, and it sat in storage for years before being given away.
Now I’m much older, in a vastly different place in life, and generally successful and happy. I’d still sell my left testicle to get that car back, though. Not so much because of the car itself, but because of the memories. It feels like a lost photo album or that one song that just sounded perfect but you can’t remember the artist or the lyrics.
I’ve never clicked on this, and I have no desire to do so. Why does Steam even have a community tab? When I go on Amazon and purchase a spool of Cat6, I’m not in the slightest bit interested in Amazon community about networking. I just want the shit I paid for in a semi-reasonable time. If I buy a game on Steam, I just want to receive and enjoy the product I paid for. If I want to talk about it with other people, I’ll come to Lemmy.