I see a cute little snarkmeister on the Blogorums right now.\u00a0 He’s pointing out his version of reality as a tool to belittle people who are “interested” in Second Life.\u00a0 Bloody frigg’n putz.\u00a0 So, say “Hi” to britishrocker for me, kaykayz? (^_^)<\/p>\n
http:\/\/blogs.secondlife.com\/message\/589300#589300<\/a><\/p>\n Either way, I didn’t have to think hard to come up with my snarky quip. =^-^=<\/p>\n But… When I say what I think without thinking, I really mean what I say.\u00a0 When it’s written down, I get a second chance to look at it and wonder WTF was on my mind when I wrote that. (O.o)<\/p>\n Real life requires far more pretending than Second Life does.\u00a0 To me, it’s not interesting.\u00a0 It’s liberating.\u00a0 Your mileage may vary. (^_^)y<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Well, isn’t that just special? =^-^=<\/p>\n But, that ~IS~ it, isn’t it?\u00a0 Like… Second Life, in itself, is not interesting at all.\u00a0 While volunteering, I think I’ve been saying that all along, just with different wording.\u00a0 Things like “You get from SL what you put in” or my favorite… When someone asks “What can I do here?” …<\/p>\n “Anything.\u00a0 Everything. (^_^)y” is my answer. =^-^=<\/p>\n I’m only half joking with that response.\u00a0 Pretty bold statement, though, huh? =^-^=<\/p>\n There there’s the way I view myself in SL.\u00a0 I have an avatar in SL just as much as I have a body in RL.\u00a0 To me, for the sake of my being, there’s very little that separates the two.\u00a0 I mean, sure, the RL body is pretty much the one keeping me alive, takes precedence in this moment of physical presence, and determines how people view who and what I am in real life.\u00a0 But, that doesn’t make my body “me” in any way.\u00a0 In my dreams, I am still “me” yet the majority of my body is not used to experience the event.\u00a0 (^_^)<\/p>\n So… How can I be “me”? (O.o)<\/p>\n Some people like to be observational and read books or watch movies.\u00a0 Yes, I believe that the act of reading or watching is an expression of who and what you are.\u00a0 I’m no psychologist\/psychiatrist, but, I see a desire for non-physical involvement and maybe a bit of omnipotence to round things out.\u00a0 Heh, thinking about it… While reading, you’re the “god” of the story. XD<\/p>\n It may be that your self is in harmony with yourself.\u00a0 Or, that you haven’t found the outlet for your self to come out.\u00a0 Or… You’re allowing someone to manipulate you since you have decided that they know the self you’re looking for better than you do.\u00a0 Who knows?\u00a0 It’s probably not all that much worth thinking about.\u00a0 (-_-)<\/p>\n But, hey… I’ve got some free time on my hands. =^-^=<\/p>\n So, Second Life.\u00a0 I said it’s not interesting.\u00a0 Well… It’s not.\u00a0 To the root, it’s a collection of digital triangles formed to simulate squares and circles at varying angles.\u00a0\u00a0 Bleh.\u00a0 What’s the draw?\u00a0 (O.o)<\/p>\n Our selves. (^_^)<\/p>\n Someone who’s self is an artist may create many things, beautiful and not so beautiful.\u00a0 In SL, they can do it with ease and expand their self in ways unfathomable out here in the world.\u00a0 People who can appreciate that self will come to visit and gaze at the results of their expression.\u00a0 For some examples in the extreme… take a look at people like AM Radio and Arcadia Asylum.\u00a0 Their creations were not only the results of skillsets, training, or what we call talent… Their selves come through too.\u00a0 Be it through masterful use of prims and effects and\/or textures and illusion. (^_^)<\/p>\n Liberating. (^_^)<\/p>\n Liberating! Xd<\/p>\n I called it ~liberating~.\u00a0 Second Life is Liberating.\u00a0 Art is not everyone’s expression of self.\u00a0 So, not everyone is going to be an artist.\u00a0 But, for whatever their self is, SL allows it to be expressed and liberated. (^_^)<\/p>\n I’ve said it before.\u00a0 I’ll say it again.\u00a0 My avatar is my me that’s more “me” than I can be in real life. =^-^=<\/p>\n It’s always my half-joke.\u00a0 I often respond saying that RL is the game, it’s my RL avatar that’s the fake, and stuff like that.\u00a0 It’s not meant to be a depressing thing or a form of self loathing.\u00a0 But, what it is, is when I see the cards that nature laid out for me… I don’t see my self. (>_<)<\/p>\n I’m not really very fat or ugly or anything otherwise, but, I feel as though I don’t fit in here.\u00a0 My “me” is restricted from being expressed in the real world due to “social norms”, cultural morality, and limitations in medical technology.\u00a0 But, well, that’s how the cookie crumbles.\u00a0 Gladly my visual self allows enough of my “me” out to find success in life and finances.\u00a0 Though, it wasn’t quite enough for me to find happiness. (._.)<\/p>\n In comes computers.\u00a0 These little heat-producing, light blinking, buzzer buzzing devices gave me a glimpse of what my self could be.\u00a0 I interacted very well with them.\u00a0 I still do.\u00a0 Since before I was a teen, a computer was used to be an extension of my self. (^_^)<\/p>\n Come back a few years later and this Second Life thing comes about.\u00a0 “Your World.\u00a0 Your Imagination.”… ten dollars.\u00a0 DERP!\u00a0 I wasn’t exactly ready to dump money into online stuff at the time. DX<\/p>\n By the time I was aware that accounts could be opened for free, I started an account.\u00a0 As my personal norm, it had a screwy name.\u00a0 (^_^)<\/p>\n Things didn’t go so well.\u00a0 My computer really couldn’t cut it, framerates were super slow.\u00a0 I landed in a welcome area that was far from welcoming.\u00a0 What few people I could have considered friends were constantly clashing with me, or I them, and it didn’t take very long for me to say FSK it, log out, and walk away. (._.)<\/p>\n Still… I felt as though I could be something, just, not in the way I found at first. (._.)<\/p>\n Come late 2007, my main computer starts getting royally unstable and practically unable to power on.\u00a0 Time to replace it.\u00a0 I tossed a couple thousand dollars at NewEgg and got some parts to shove together in hope of making something that didn’t spark and burn the moment I turn it on. (^_^)<\/p>\n With that out of the way, I take another look at SL.\u00a0 Quite tired of waiting for Playstation Home to come out of closed beta, what the hey, I ain’t got nuth’n to lose. (^_^)<\/p>\n Well… I lost my password. (._.)<\/p>\n Okay, make a new account… Surname list… “Sideways” Heh, stupid name.\u00a0 Oh well… Just a tossable account until I find my password… “Imnotgoing” HA! Silly! And nobody got it before me! XD<\/p>\n Spending some time thinking about what I did wrong the last time around, I made some changes to my AV.\u00a0 Far shorter, practically child-like, surely creepy.\u00a0 After that was months of me hopping around, bugging people, chatting, friending, and wondering why people say SL is so big when all I can see is a quad with 20 people in it totally surrounded by grass… (O.o)<\/p>\n I got beyond that and met more people.\u00a0 I continued to feel quite at ease, more and more as time passed.\u00a0 While letting my personality scream, I was refining my appearance.\u00a0 One slider here or there.\u00a0 I honestly don’t quite know when I stopped.\u00a0 I just started making less and less adjustments as I’ve seen things and figured they’re not worth moving. (^_^)<\/p>\n But, why can’t I just move ~this~ slider? … Well, that would change things and I wouldn’t be me anymore.\u00a0 I’m always having to up-size hair, so why can’t I just shrink my head a bit? … Well, that would change things and I wouldn’t be me…\u00a0 “me”… Oh, crap. I’m calling the petite little digital crud “me”. (=_=)<\/p>\n But, why not?\u00a0 There were things I always wanted to say.\u00a0 In RL I’ve had to stay silent.\u00a0 In SL, I could spout about it.\u00a0 There were things I always wanted to wear.\u00a0 Hmmm… I’ll spare y’all.\u00a0 There’s something about “me” that clicks every time I step into this creepy little bugger.\u00a0 (^_^)<\/p>\n And, I’m like… That’s it! Isn’t it?\u00a0 (O_O)<\/p>\n My little hyper self can spring out of this towering lurching shell and flip the FSK out. XD<\/p>\n What happened? (O.o)<\/p>\n Ooooh yeaaaah… I don’t have this “image” to maintain.\u00a0 I’ve re-created my own image in SL.\u00a0 But, it’s not the image of my physical form.\u00a0 Far from it.\u00a0 It’s who and what I actually am.\u00a0 The scrubby little psychopath with a fascination for electronics, structures, and the physical workings of things.\u00a0 (^_^)<\/p>\n Hang on… Ain’t that what I do for my RL career? (O.o)<\/p>\n Bet your frigg’n nipples it is. =^-^=<\/p>\n So, I’m all, DUDE!!!\u00a0 This is me! XD<\/p>\n I don’t know how. (O.o)<\/p>\n I don’t know why. (o.O)<\/p>\n And I’m not quite ready to question it. (-_-)<\/p>\n But, inworld, my self is liberated.\u00a0 My self is revealed.\u00a0 My self is exposed (no nakie jokes, please =^-^=)\u00a0 My self is there.\u00a0\u00a0 My “me”.\u00a0 It’s wicked stuff.\u00a0 This is my “me” and you can’t PAY me to change a thing that I haven’t already decided to change, myself.\u00a0 =^-^=<\/p>\n Second Life is not interesting.\u00a0 It’s a waste of time.\u00a0 It has no meaning.\u00a0 But… Real Life is pretty much like that just as much.\u00a0 But, there is one thing that Second Life has that Real Life can’t.\u00a0 It’s the “me” that I see myself and my self as.\u00a0 Your mileage may vary.\u00a0 (^_^)y<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I see a cute little snarkmeister on the Blogorums right now.\u00a0 He’s pointing out his version of reality as a tool to belittle people who are “interested” in Second Life.\u00a0 Bloody frigg’n putz.\u00a0 So, say “Hi” to britishrocker for me, … Continue reading