I’m belated in updates, so let me catch you up.
In the continuing saga of trying to figure out why I was banned from Blues Dive that Starts with a T, well, let’s just say I stopped short of passing the guy a Costco jug of Midol … just. RL has been frustrating and I wasn’t in the mood for a frustrating SL experience. Favorite blues joint, I fold. Next.
People talk about how quickly things move in SL. But for me, it always seems to be the same dance, different tune. People are disappointing. Someone is into you until they aren’t. People say things they don’t mean. Lately I’ve been wondering why I let myself land in the pleasant distraction category. And why I care.
And then a friend passes me a tip on a great office desk and I immediately have to check it out (where in the hell did you send me, Kalli??) . Or another friend opens up about the troubles she’s been having and I want to help her laugh. Or another friend sends gentle reminders of her birthday and I have the sudden urge to find a gift that tops the burning effigy to her ex. These are the moments that keep me coming back, the friends I care about. Thank you for being my distraction.