Where is the line?

I write this blog not just to show you nice places in SL, or to help you find new things you can do with your Second Life, but to walk into a club. I also write this blog, to process things that happened, and your comments, usually make me smile, and I am happy for any participation. What I want to write about today, is a difficult subject to me, since I can understand it on one side, but I also don’t think it is something one should support.

“Where is the line?” I am asking that question now, and will get into it right away. Those of you, who are reading my blog frequently know, that I met someone. We are both taking things slow, and simply enjoy the time we have together, since it is rare due to our RL duties. I have a medium sized online footprint, as have most bloggers. Facebook, several pages providing the blog (Tumblr, WordPress, and Blogger) and also my Flickr, to support all the pictures I share with you.

Since this man, and I are friends, I helped him to decorate his place, to make it a home. If I do something like that, I usually try to understand the style that person enjoys most, and look up several items, so they can pick from. Basically like a personal shopper, just for homes. While we were applying finishing touches, someone teleported right into the situation, when he hugged me in front of his new BBQ-grill.

I didn’t think much about it, how often do people teleport somewhere to see, their friends have moved, or they logged in after a long while and still had their home point at a place, someone else has rented in time. How could I have known what that hug started. It was like an avalanche shit-storm, I guess no one would have ever expected.

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We were about to leave the place, and just a few moments afterwards, someone wrote me a private message. I didn’t understand much about it, but mainly I was stealing someone’s man, and they would wish me good luck?! It bummed the evening a bit, but again, I didn’t think much about it. I had a calm night, and a nice morning, not knowing what was coming for me.

During the day, someone I don’t know, wrote a comment on my blog. That is nothing uncommon, but this message was somewhat weird. Someone told me to think twice about my friend, or spending time with him, accusing him of cheating and so on. I was shocked, and surprised, and honestly don’t think that should be anyone’s business. In the end I marked the message as spam and went on with my life, for about an hour, because someone showed real stalker-potential.

The same person, who messaged me the other day, started liking on Flickr all my pics of him (my friend). But that is not the end of it, she also tried to message me on Facebook. I have to admit, such a behaviour creeped me a bit out. But after I logged in on Second Life, I got another message, in combination with a huge log file. Stalker-potential meets psychotic behaviour.

So back to my earlier question, where is the line? Where jealousy stops and stalking does begin? Is it really so hard for people to be happy for others? Is it appropriate behaviour, to show this way ones affection, AFTER breaking up with someone? What is your thought about it, please comment.

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Ignorance, obscurantism and their fruits…

What can I say, I had lots to do in my real life, so the second life was cut a bit short, and with it all the friends I made there. It is sad, but it happens. What I want to write about today, is as old as the time, but still surprises me, whenever I am confronted with it.

Just to mention some points, people still seem to know nothing about. Persons who play PC-games are all nerds, have no real life, and never see the daylight. Persons who play games like Second Life have no real life, and no real friends…

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I don’t understand those stigmata. Nerds in general are simply people who are great with PCs and who do “nerdy” stuff like playing Pen and Paper games, doing roleplay and all sorts of those things. The Big Bang Theory is a perfect show off for that “stigmata”.

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The second one is the stigmata Second Life. I for once have friends all over the world. I can’t jump on a plane every weekend and fly to Australia to meet one of my dearest friends. Hence, we can use Second Life to get some sort of feeling to be close with each other and to spent our time together. The same goes for my best friend in real life. She lives in Ulm while I live close to Berlin. We have met several times over the years, and we are simply soulmates, we have known it from the first moment, and we managed it through all the easy and rough waters, a relationship can offer.

But with the distance it becomes hard to feel close, and again, Second Life helps with that. Who hasn’t felt lonely, and better, once another avatar hugs yours? Sitting with her at my place, chatting on the couch and snuggling as friends, sweetens up my weekends, since we both have less and less time with our busy real lifes.

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What I am aiming at with this article, is not pointing fingers, but hoping to spread the word, and to educate those, who might not know it yet, or who have troubles to understand. Because just being a nerd, or playing SL, doesn’t mean one has no life… it actually can mean one has a very rich life, with more friends, as time on our hands.

Chocolate and Auctions

Today I want to talk about two totally different and unrelated things, but I can’t help it, because for me they somehow mixed. I got confronted today with land-auctions in Second Life. A close friend of me, wanted to get the abandoned land next to my place, so we can be neighbors again.She informed Linden Labs and LL said thank you and set it up for auction. Since she had a late shift today, I was the one who had to deal with the actual bidding war. My nerves are blank now and totally raw. I was shaking like a leaf and so freaking nervous, that I had troubles to manage my mouse, since these things are online, like eBay. And I HATE eBay and would never use it, if it weren’t for the immediately-buy-button.

After four long hours of sweating, shivering and being a nervous wrack, I managed to get her the land with a super high bid in the last second. So YAY!

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As amazing this moment was, as depressing it is, when you realise with whom you wanna share it, and that this someone doesn’t seem to want to talk with you or to spent time with you. It is a rather dull realisation, when you see, that the one you are dating, the one you haven’t seen in a couple of days, that this one, does rather something else, then to spent his time with you. My solution was chocolate. It is always there for me, and it never lets me wait!

Waiting Time

What is it about time? We feel we have not enough. It goes by slowly or super fast, sometimes it is as if it stands still. Time is a construct we made up, to measure the circles the earth makes around the sun. The weird thing is, that time is endless even though sometimes it is short.

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This week, for me, it was both at the same time. All day long, time was slow, standing still, and when the time came, to meet someone, it was over, and more than ones, before it even begun.

People often say, the anticipation is half the pleasure, but what, if there is no pleasure at all in the end, and everything you get, is anticipation and waiting. In that constellation waiting is probably the worst part. One fills their time with nonsense, to not be just waiting, and also to be able to drop whatever one is doing immediately.

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So what is it with people, who make you wait for them? And I don’t mean to wait for something special to happen, I mean to simply spent time with each other! I think, Coco Chanel was the one who said “Don’t spend time beating on a wall, hoping to transform it into a door. ” And I think, with people who make you wait, it is the same thing.

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For me, it ended in going to bed alone, and now, enjoying my afternoon tea, while I blog for you, and watch a movie with my brother. Because, HE doesn’t makes me wait.

Relaxing…

For several reasons I was pretty worked up today, but a friend of mine knew it somehow and invited me to see her new winter retreat. The place is warm and beachy, and I got to wear my bikini in winter.

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Even better, I got a hug out of it, and an amazing, very relaxing time. Thank you Rita.

Sometimes it takes a blog…

… sometimes even two.. and the bloggers of course.

No that gorgeous redhead in the picture is not me, but my Boss 225 – the Chariot. Today I met someone special for me, because we know each other for some weeks now, we exchange fan mail on Tumblr, and follow each other. Not long ago I realised, that she just lives, and I quote “a few sims and two crashes away.. on a bad day”.

Today we finally met, I drove over to her place, to collect her for a cup of coffee at my place. It was really nice, and you know what, I got invited to a wedding. I already feel like the woman from 27 Dresses, but  I am not a bride’s maid this time, but a humble guest, who can show off a great dress, and have some fun.

I will say congratulations this way again, because it’s always amazing if you meet someone who has found their true love, we all know how hard that is, especially in Second Life.

Tho thank you Rita, for those lovely hours, and I am looking forward to see your place as well. I’ll bring the cookies. And too all the other blogger out there, who play SL .. give me a holler, and we will see, which adventure we will have.


Sonnet CXVI

-by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
  If this be error and upon me proved,
  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.