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2 years ago
NOT Coming to a Meet Near You
I passed on a furry friendly meet that was a 90 minute drive away tonight.
It's rainy, I've had a tough week, I was on my last nerve, my bones hurt, and I am much happier in Scanectity's valley or in the forest where the Warrior clans live. I also enjoyed a Furry movie. Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank.
Reaching Out and Chatting Them Up
Even though I'm staying at home, I reach out via social media, and I feel more comfortable on the information highway of the Internet rather than the State Highway where people are sprung from cages (yes that highway Springsteen sang about).
My Twitch, Discord and Telegram cohorts add to my being a gaming chair furry. I can play at my leisure and then retire for the night in the comfort of my own home.
Tired Old Doggo
Time marches on, and I can only play in spurts. I was voice chatting with my VR Chat friends last night, but they were on a gaming mission and sallied forth without me.
These open world games all the young ones are crazy for cost too much time for me to invest.
However, I might have stayed up past my bed time looking for Billabies in Tas the Tasmanian Tiger. (I do get so lost on those platform maps, Dog help me if it was free range – I'd be chasing my tail for hours. Walkthroughs are my friend.
Choosing Wisely
My 40 hours of work a week and chores are my main spending of my time and energy..
I wish there was a benevolent author that could add vigor or remove stressors with the stroke of their pen, but I am the author and protagonist of my life and I have but so much ink left in the well.
IF I rest and do self-care I can build up a few drops of ink to add to the pot. Those generated drops I am saving for a meet which occurs in April, much like when I saved my coins as a young pup to purchase some treasure that required weeks of self-denial of candy shop purchases in order to amass such a fortune necessary.
Thinking about my Mentor
These ruminations make me think back 30 years ago when I was fairly young adult, and still had vim and vigor. My mentor and friend was 43 years my senior – so a father figure, or kindly Uncle – and the 10 years I had with him, I saw him slow down gradually and finally decided to go and join the Star Clan (I got Warrior Cats on the Brain). It took a couple of decades for that seed to sprout, but I understand much more clearly now.
Being Kind to Your Gray Muzzled Friend
Respecting your elders was still a thing when I was a pup. Of course respect is a two way street, but I am just happy to watch the young ones run and play for a bit on VRChat as well as in real life, but then it is time to have a lie down.
I'm with you in spirit tonight, frens, as my butt stays planted in my gaming chair. Post your pictures and I will emote and comment lauding you with praise for the fun you are having and I am enjoying through you.
I passed on a furry friendly meet that was a 90 minute drive away tonight.
It's rainy, I've had a tough week, I was on my last nerve, my bones hurt, and I am much happier in Scanectity's valley or in the forest where the Warrior clans live. I also enjoyed a Furry movie. Paws of Fury: The Legend of Hank.
Reaching Out and Chatting Them Up
Even though I'm staying at home, I reach out via social media, and I feel more comfortable on the information highway of the Internet rather than the State Highway where people are sprung from cages (yes that highway Springsteen sang about).
My Twitch, Discord and Telegram cohorts add to my being a gaming chair furry. I can play at my leisure and then retire for the night in the comfort of my own home.
Tired Old Doggo
Time marches on, and I can only play in spurts. I was voice chatting with my VR Chat friends last night, but they were on a gaming mission and sallied forth without me.
These open world games all the young ones are crazy for cost too much time for me to invest.
However, I might have stayed up past my bed time looking for Billabies in Tas the Tasmanian Tiger. (I do get so lost on those platform maps, Dog help me if it was free range – I'd be chasing my tail for hours. Walkthroughs are my friend.
Choosing Wisely
My 40 hours of work a week and chores are my main spending of my time and energy..
I wish there was a benevolent author that could add vigor or remove stressors with the stroke of their pen, but I am the author and protagonist of my life and I have but so much ink left in the well.
IF I rest and do self-care I can build up a few drops of ink to add to the pot. Those generated drops I am saving for a meet which occurs in April, much like when I saved my coins as a young pup to purchase some treasure that required weeks of self-denial of candy shop purchases in order to amass such a fortune necessary.
Thinking about my Mentor
These ruminations make me think back 30 years ago when I was fairly young adult, and still had vim and vigor. My mentor and friend was 43 years my senior – so a father figure, or kindly Uncle – and the 10 years I had with him, I saw him slow down gradually and finally decided to go and join the Star Clan (I got Warrior Cats on the Brain). It took a couple of decades for that seed to sprout, but I understand much more clearly now.
Being Kind to Your Gray Muzzled Friend
Respecting your elders was still a thing when I was a pup. Of course respect is a two way street, but I am just happy to watch the young ones run and play for a bit on VRChat as well as in real life, but then it is time to have a lie down.
I'm with you in spirit tonight, frens, as my butt stays planted in my gaming chair. Post your pictures and I will emote and comment lauding you with praise for the fun you are having and I am enjoying through you.
Vix