Six years and counting...

Six years...
Six years in this virtual world. One has to wonder what the equivalent of RL years that would amount to. Probably around 50 or so. If anyone comes up with an algorithm to figure that out, I would be interested.

I suppose that, with some recent events, I have become introspective about my time in Second Life. What is my purpose? Where should I go now? What skin is the most appropriate for a furry-neko-goth-nudist-fetish club? You know, the important stuff. I have done my time as a religious adherent to the all-knowing greatness of the Lindens (nice people, but over-rated). I have paid my respects to the altar of Virtual Love (exceedingly over-rated and exhausting with little emotional satisfaction). I have been a builder of monuments (fun but frustrating). I have been a sex worker to the masses (boring). I have owned businesses (spendy). I have done many things. Seems the only thing I still do is DJ (fun, easy and the clubs are cool). But is it enough to keep me here? Where is the real satisfaction? Where is the love? Where is my free pony? Wait...I think I have one in my inventory (over 30k of stuff).

Aside from an out-of-control inventory, a deep knowledge of how to open boxes without getting them stuck on my head and an appreciation for good pose balls, I have come to the conclusion that six years in Second Life has made me more creative and more cynical. It has introduced me to people that are wonderful and horrific (sometimes both). I have been raised up to new heights and crushed into a million tiny pieces. The time compression that is inherent to the virtual world has made me live several lives, each time dying and being reborn into a new body with a new mind and a new path to follow. All the good, the bad and the ugly that have come into my virtual life has marked me in both worlds. For better or for worse.

So do I regret a moment of it?

Fuck no.


Still Kicking,

Synn