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Time hates me ^^
18 years ago
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But I don't care. I am en route to good times.
Yes, there are still some things I'd like to change. Adjustments. Tweaks, if you will. I decided to move my laptop back into my bedroom because I haven't had any time on it at all lately. Of the past week, I've used it BRIEFLY on three days.
That's... that's fucking insane. I hope you realize that.
YOU MAY call it the almost-kicking of a bad, bad addiction... but my god, there are so many WORSE things to be addicted to. Like TV. TV is a wasteland of lukewarm tasteless transparent refuse, strangled by censorship, ravaged by the recent writers' strike, and suffering eternally with a profuse internal hemorrhage of network fads like "REALITY" shows. What do you suppose people do in the living room, hmm?
Not living.
TV.
Of course, there are times when my roommates are gaming, and that's worth stepping out of my burrow for. But there are still other regrettable things. I've been privy to witness a horrifying blight bleeding into the souls of my very dearest friends. A monstrosity that steals away at patience, focus, and even ones' sense of reality... World of Warcraft has consumed their lives entirely. It's a frightening sight. "I HAVE PEOPLE DEPENDING ON ME SO YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! WE HAVE RAID!!!--" or " WE HAVE INSTANCE!!!--" or they're screaming bloody murder because the tanks walked out of heal range and simultaneously pulled THREE extra mobs... and subsequently got the entire group slaughtered. Hearing "goddammit you FUCKING Leeroy!!" from every corner of the house in unison is ... disturbing.
If a friend of mine were, say, reading webcomics... or hanging out in secondlife... or really doing anything EXCEPT world of warcraft.. they wouldn't fly into psychotic, murderous RAGE at me for giving them a phone call. A FUCKING PHONE CALL. I have lost friends to world of warcraft just because I had a case of bad timing just once. They once were sweet, kind, patient people... until they became obsessed with minimizing their armor's repair bill. Now they have WoW in their blood and I can't even talk to them without risking a crowbar in my skull.
But the biggest reason why I don't play is... I'm absolutely sure I'm even more susceptible to these effects than everyone else I know. If I played WoW, it would risk my career. I would not have time for anything else, not even sleep. I'll admit that it's probable that I've got sour grapes about this. The fact that I can't play it making me all drama-whorey and emo about it. And it's no reason to start insulting people who LIKE world of warcraft... but if you ever find yourself in a situation where you have to choose between IRL me and what's supposed to be an innocent hobby, I hope you'll be happy with your decision for the rest of your life.
I'm walking a very thin line here. I've worked hard to find moderation between a time-consuming addiction and the retention of social activity. In most cases, I embody exactly what I am afraid to see in others. But that's the reason why I'm trying to grow as a person in a different direction. For about ten years, I'd cut people out of my existence if they'd deprive me of gaming. The past three years, I've witnessed what it's like to be the person that was 'cut out', and now that I know the problem inside and out, I have a more complete grasp on this situation's gravity than most people would ever want to have. If you haven't fallen yet, don't make my mistakes: don't let an addiction, no matter how seemingly innocent, turn you into an asshole.
In other news:
My pal Paul, the Raccoon, is finally paid off in his fines and all caught up legally.
Yes, he's fit the Raccoon profile perfectly. He can't be anything but. But now at least, he's legitimate. Finally clean and sober. It's almost inspiring to see someone so thrilled at their ability to pass a drug test and criminal background check. We got so much shit done today it ain't even funny! We got his phone turned back on and he made some really good client connections. At this rate, his window washing business will be steaming ahead swiftly in no time! Most of this was courtesy of his father, whom devoted almost a GRAND to pay off everything. It's a shame we couldn't get his drivers' license sorted though.
They're making him pay the uninsured vehicle fee for THREE YEARS THAT HE DID NOT EVEN OWN THE FUCKING CAR. He had his license suspended YEARS ago and the car was a junk, the city towed it off, but DMV is blaming HIM for not turning in the god damned plates! THE CITY ALREADY -HAS- THE MOTHER FUCKING PLATES! They TOWED THEM OFF!!! What's it come to?
Oh... six hundred dollars. If I spent nearly as much dough today as his dad dumped on him, we'd BOTH have a new computer already.
We also picked up job applications. The window washing is going to be a side thing... i suppose. He wants to get a job at a place called Stein Mart... which looks kind of posh. It's a department store that has a very polished and comfortable feel. The manager actually came out to greet paul, not just 'oh, shake hands with the new lackey'--this guy almost HUGGED him. My gaydar was screaming bloody murder. Fantastic fellow though. Enthusiastic, sense of humor, energetic, I bet he'd be one heck of a great boss to work for.
I think Paul's practically got it in the bag for management.
I think I'll wrap this up here. Seeya.
Yes, there are still some things I'd like to change. Adjustments. Tweaks, if you will. I decided to move my laptop back into my bedroom because I haven't had any time on it at all lately. Of the past week, I've used it BRIEFLY on three days.
That's... that's fucking insane. I hope you realize that.
YOU MAY call it the almost-kicking of a bad, bad addiction... but my god, there are so many WORSE things to be addicted to. Like TV. TV is a wasteland of lukewarm tasteless transparent refuse, strangled by censorship, ravaged by the recent writers' strike, and suffering eternally with a profuse internal hemorrhage of network fads like "REALITY" shows. What do you suppose people do in the living room, hmm?
Not living.
TV.
Of course, there are times when my roommates are gaming, and that's worth stepping out of my burrow for. But there are still other regrettable things. I've been privy to witness a horrifying blight bleeding into the souls of my very dearest friends. A monstrosity that steals away at patience, focus, and even ones' sense of reality... World of Warcraft has consumed their lives entirely. It's a frightening sight. "I HAVE PEOPLE DEPENDING ON ME SO YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! WE HAVE RAID!!!--" or " WE HAVE INSTANCE!!!--" or they're screaming bloody murder because the tanks walked out of heal range and simultaneously pulled THREE extra mobs... and subsequently got the entire group slaughtered. Hearing "goddammit you FUCKING Leeroy!!" from every corner of the house in unison is ... disturbing.
If a friend of mine were, say, reading webcomics... or hanging out in secondlife... or really doing anything EXCEPT world of warcraft.. they wouldn't fly into psychotic, murderous RAGE at me for giving them a phone call. A FUCKING PHONE CALL. I have lost friends to world of warcraft just because I had a case of bad timing just once. They once were sweet, kind, patient people... until they became obsessed with minimizing their armor's repair bill. Now they have WoW in their blood and I can't even talk to them without risking a crowbar in my skull.
But the biggest reason why I don't play is... I'm absolutely sure I'm even more susceptible to these effects than everyone else I know. If I played WoW, it would risk my career. I would not have time for anything else, not even sleep. I'll admit that it's probable that I've got sour grapes about this. The fact that I can't play it making me all drama-whorey and emo about it. And it's no reason to start insulting people who LIKE world of warcraft... but if you ever find yourself in a situation where you have to choose between IRL me and what's supposed to be an innocent hobby, I hope you'll be happy with your decision for the rest of your life.
I'm walking a very thin line here. I've worked hard to find moderation between a time-consuming addiction and the retention of social activity. In most cases, I embody exactly what I am afraid to see in others. But that's the reason why I'm trying to grow as a person in a different direction. For about ten years, I'd cut people out of my existence if they'd deprive me of gaming. The past three years, I've witnessed what it's like to be the person that was 'cut out', and now that I know the problem inside and out, I have a more complete grasp on this situation's gravity than most people would ever want to have. If you haven't fallen yet, don't make my mistakes: don't let an addiction, no matter how seemingly innocent, turn you into an asshole.
In other news:
My pal Paul, the Raccoon, is finally paid off in his fines and all caught up legally.
Yes, he's fit the Raccoon profile perfectly. He can't be anything but. But now at least, he's legitimate. Finally clean and sober. It's almost inspiring to see someone so thrilled at their ability to pass a drug test and criminal background check. We got so much shit done today it ain't even funny! We got his phone turned back on and he made some really good client connections. At this rate, his window washing business will be steaming ahead swiftly in no time! Most of this was courtesy of his father, whom devoted almost a GRAND to pay off everything. It's a shame we couldn't get his drivers' license sorted though.
They're making him pay the uninsured vehicle fee for THREE YEARS THAT HE DID NOT EVEN OWN THE FUCKING CAR. He had his license suspended YEARS ago and the car was a junk, the city towed it off, but DMV is blaming HIM for not turning in the god damned plates! THE CITY ALREADY -HAS- THE MOTHER FUCKING PLATES! They TOWED THEM OFF!!! What's it come to?
Oh... six hundred dollars. If I spent nearly as much dough today as his dad dumped on him, we'd BOTH have a new computer already.
We also picked up job applications. The window washing is going to be a side thing... i suppose. He wants to get a job at a place called Stein Mart... which looks kind of posh. It's a department store that has a very polished and comfortable feel. The manager actually came out to greet paul, not just 'oh, shake hands with the new lackey'--this guy almost HUGGED him. My gaydar was screaming bloody murder. Fantastic fellow though. Enthusiastic, sense of humor, energetic, I bet he'd be one heck of a great boss to work for.
I think Paul's practically got it in the bag for management.
I think I'll wrap this up here. Seeya.
Well maybe not that well, just a friend at work that would go home play WoW, Sleep, play WoW, get ready for work, log off WoW and go to work! Thats all! the few time i showed up at her house to say hi/hang out she was playing WOW...she didn't shoe me off or get angsty that i was holding her from her game, but it did consume her pretty good.
Now my brother, who recently got into collage and is borrowing one of my computers just DLed WoW....im worried....knowing him the way i do, im sure he'll become one of those WoW shut ins!
I love you Cy. Anywho,.. aye the WoWdos.
A large famous monster that secretly suckles upon your soul whilst you play.
Drawing you in like a cheep drunken whore.
... Alright maybe that was a little far. But, I'll admit I played WoW for the free trial thing. 10 days, level 20 restriction.
.. I don't see what the hype is. If you've played any free Korean game like R.O.S.E, or any of the others that come out every month, it's.. just like that.
Find seven Mudhens, kill them, take a single feather from them, and bring it back.
We shall give you another pointless quest. .. And on goes the loop.
Apparently if you play long enough And get a high enough level It becomes fun.
Especially if you have a guild and such.
Personaly, I guess it's just not for me.
"no one mind the bear..."
Really, though, it fits... You've always been kind of observing from the sidelines, offering an objective, tertiary opinion that MAY BE a better alternative, if anyone could pay deserved attention.
Living in the same household as your pals isn't all it's cracked up to be, folks. It's not a party, because people get tired, cranky, and sore, and when injustice happens, there is no 'going home to cool off' because you're already THERE. I think we'd all be closer friends if we didn't live together x.x