Senior

You are born as soon as you click 'submit' on your very first Blip. There you are, a brand-spanking new, dewy-eyed baby in the Blipverse. Some hit the ground running; others need to find their footing. You learn to walk, talk, play. Eagerly you wander, subscribe, comment, consume, you are omnipresent. You find new friends to hang out with - most of them are babies, like you.

Inevitably, and much faster than in real life, you become a teenager.
You are starting to understand that this world you inhabit is NOT filled with just the loveliest people. While most are delightfully charming, some are not nice at all. Some reject you. Some leave you behind, fending for yourself.
You get hurt. You think about quitting, but you don't because you are stubborn. You pout, throw things, post on the forums complaining about the spotlight or complain about people complaining about the spotlight.

Then, with minutes to spare before you start screaming and taking photos of yourself screaming; maturity.
Grown-up Blippers have found balance. They have their own corner with their own friends and they are quite happy there. It may not be as exciting as before, but really, who has time to be ALL excited ALL the friggin' time? Many of the friendships have survived, many have extended beyond the Blipverse. New ones are still being formed, though more slowly and cautiously.

Time passes. Nice and calm and quiet. Babbling brook-like.

And then, all of a sudden, somewhere mid-blink, mid-exhale, you are a senior Blip-citizen.

Sure, you are still considered a young 'un by the sparkly green camera'd people, but you've earned your stripes. You have earned the right to post endless squirrel photos, just for your own amusement.
You've invested too much to stop now, but you don't really want to anyway, because most of all you absolutely love, love, love having all these little snippets of your life preserved.

1500.

Who'd have thought?

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