My wetware is coming down with a cold, and it's getting to me too.  Feeling kinda down, worn, and directionless, despite the lack of any apparent reason to feel so.  Not looking for sympathy - I'll be well soon enough. I just had something I wanted to share...

I was thinking on what could give me (by which I mean Digital me) some relief and comfort, and the strangest thing came to mind.  For some reason, right now lying down quietly while someone tells me a story sounds better than the best bowl of matzo ball soup ever.  Nothing fancy, no dragons or princesses or cyborgs needed, just something they heard or saw or experienced, something with a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Why?  Is it because so many words come out of me I sometimes need to take some back?  Or do I need to let my own narrative self relax and rest, relying on someone else's for a short stretch?  I'm not sure.  By morning the feeling will have probably passed.

So, there you have it.  And no, before you ask, I did not drink a whole bottle of cough syrup before I wrote this.

Time to take a stand...

There has been a lot of back and forth on the internets lately about trust, voice, identity, morality, roleplay, and scores of other SL issues that have no answers.  Rather than gnaw on them every day and face continuous existential crisis, I'm taking a stand here.  This is my last post on "what I am".  From now on I'm posting about "what I am doing/thinking/feeling here". You can consider this post to be the contents of my "First Life" tab...I will post a link to this entry there.  I encourage you, for better or worse, to base all your decisions regarding me on this post.

Just a nice quote I found here today...

"[...] immersionism is not about role-playing, but sort of a fusion of “self as an art form” mixed with the notion that on a social environment where real life credentials can be absent, trust, reputation, and honesty emerge from your behaviour, not from the credentials you’re able to present" [my boldface]

This is how I want to live.