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Monday, April 18, 2011

A new kind of drug, for the desperate and broken hearted

We are all too familiar with crack, weed, cough medicine but what about MMORPG?  A new age drug for the lonely and desperate. Desperate for their 15 seconds of glory, people go to extreme lengths to keep a virtual character alive in a virtual world. MMORPG stands for Massive Multiplayer Online Role-playing game. Unlike most games, mmorpg sets in a virtual world where players are able to create, customize, and interact with other players from around the world. Because of the social aspect, the game can be addicting. Many players claim to be addicts, some would endure sleep deprivation, hunger, and thirst in order to get ahead in the game.

As spring break arrives, I find myself looking for something to kill my boredom. Forsaken World somehow found it's way to my screen. 3 hours later, I was a vampire, born into a world of chaos and doom. My mission was to save the world with other creatures. I was to help old Henry with his troubles 10 times a day, and clear the dungeons from evil monsters 5 times a day, and most of all talk and hangout with my "family". That's how it all begin. Virtual friends, virtual hugs, virtual kisses, and virtual fights all happening within a matter of minutes.

People act like they knew me for their whole lives, and we would have adventures together. Running through the desert saving the world. The feeling that somehow we matter, that we are important, that we are wanted, the mountain top feeling that life fail to offer. During my adventures, I met some very interesting characters. I met a young man by the name LinkleStriking, he's a 23 years old pop star residing in Kuala Lumpur. He has plans to move to Hollywood in the near future and study music. He spends 12 hours a day in-game, and have a crush on a beautiful elf by the name of BelaEva. He would spend most of his time waiting for her to come online, so they can have virtual adventures together. I wanted to tell him that his feelings might not blossom due to the nature of the relationship. But I could not bring myself to tell him such harsh truth. Most people in MMORPG lie, whether it's their age, gender, location, occupation, or looks.

Most women tend to provide fake pictures acquired from the internet while most men would lie about their occupation. Both gender lied just as much when it comes to age and relationship status. How would I know? Simple, when facts don't match up. Take my pop star friend for example, if he is who he claim he is, he would not be able to hold a job with his gaming habits. Imagine him going 2 months straight without his game while on a musical tour. That is not possible because addicts don't just stop. If I have a dime for every pop star, model, and doctor I met in MMORPG, I would own half of Europe. Deriden is a dwarf I encounter on one of my virtual adventures. He is a college student majoring in animation. He is polite, flirty, and always tries to be the ladies man. His opinions are usually neutral and his speech polite. We talked on skype right after our virtual adventures. He wanted to give me a virtual cuddle and virtual hugs after meeting me for 2 hours.

In real life, none of us would give a stranger the time of day. But in a virtual world anything is possible. We would think twice about hugging a stranger let alone cuddling them. Yet because it's all in letters, most of us felt like it's okay. Fake people show up both online and in real life. Deriden was a kind young man, but if you know him long enough, you'd begin to wonder if he have feelings, opinions, dreams. Though the relationship may seem close, I knew nothing about him aside from what he wrote on his facebook info page. Playing pretend was hard for me, and it reminded me of my childhood years pretending to own a restaurant while using video tapes as food and a couch as tables. I have to stop pretending when play time was over. While pretending I was a successful restaurant owner, in the back of my mind, I know I can't cook, the food was nothing but tapes, the customers -- imaginary.

MMORPG made imaginary play more vivid, socially acceptable, and addicting. So many people I met online are lonely and desperate. The social pull was there for me, but not strong enough, I did not feel like connecting with people I know nothing about. Though life is tough, it is manageable. While virtual world for me, was playing pretend. And I can't help but notice I'm trying to sell an empty promise to myself. Trying to convince myself that this world is better than the world I was born into, that people in this strange land needs me to save them, and most of all I'm actually a Vampire who won't truly die.

While talking to my "family" I met an assassin by the name of Manky who has acquired massive virtual wealth for himself. He comes across as controlling, arrogant, rude, insensitive, and have a knack for insulting others. He would brag about his achievements awaiting some sort of complement in return. I saw him as a good test subject to test my knowledge on personality. Though it is inhumane,I won't be able to pull it off in real life without some sort of repercussion. He surrounded himself with mystery in order to gain control of every conversation. He would be in every line of my conversation even though I was not talking to him. When I refuse to give him control by pretending to be curious about the information he withheld, he would quickly bring up another subject and shroud it with more mystery. It is possible that he is doing it for attention but I can't say for sure.

He was doing it over and over again in our conversation and I've decided to confront him. I told him what I noticed and he quickly took it as an attack. He quickly went about trying to insult me as I predicted. When I refuse to give him a reaction after his insult, he heap more insults on me trying to get a response. It became very funny for me as I was able to predict his every move. I would imagine he was very angry. I antagonize him further by stating that he has a state of mind like a child. He was definitely a narcissist -- an angry narcissist. As they say, if you don't control your anger, it'll control you. 

MMORPG can be a relaxing experience for some. I've known people who played MMORPG without getting addicted. But I've known more who make it a reality for them. But there are a few of us, that just fail to see it's grasp. I can't imagine choosing a world filled with monsters, evil bosses, and death over a world filled with people who see the good and the bad in me, people who truly cares for me despite my lack of "virtual blink", people who can be honest with me. Over the course of 4 years, I've been into many man-made worlds filled with treasures and secrets ready to be discovered. Among the hundreds of people I met, only two of the relationships I have survived until today. Even without the game, we are able to talk about life and share our feelings. Honesty is one thing you will not find in MMORPG, if you do, hold on to it.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

6.4.2011

   It doesn't take a person long to realize no one in this world deserves all of our trust. We hide pieces of ourselves in the name of self preservation. Coming to terms with the fact that no human being deserves our complete trust can be painful and often times frustrating. This week has been stressful, the boys upstairs were getting more and more retarded probably due to their unattended hormones. At the same time there has been a lot of "little things" that pile itself up and before long, it's a mountain of shit.

   Life sucks. Most of us try to find a reason to live, but few of us wonder if there is anything that we would die for. I have no illusions on the troubles and pain life has to offer. At the same time happiness is found in small glimpses that usually comes in short, flitting moments.

  Contrary to popular believe, religion is one of the dumbest thing to ever lay your life for. It's like enlisting in the army but worst, with the army, at least you've seen Obama. Enough 'bout religion, today is a different day, rather depressing. Having people come up to you with their unsolvable problems, endless cycle of self deserve/ self created problems is exhausting. I never got the courage to tell them that I can't give them what they need. They need professional help, not me. I have a life, I have feelings, just because I don't say anything doesn't mean I have a great day and you should start telling me how many times your mum call you a retard.
 
    To be honest, I simply don't care. It may sound harsh and cold, but I'm a person not a sounding board. If you need someone to solve your rather complicated issues please seek professional help. Yes I might sound like one once in a blue moon. Just because I take a few psych classes doesn't mean I can help you. Someday I might just snap and tell them to screw themselves who knows, maybe that day is tomorrow.

   I've ran out of patience and kindness with the boys upstairs. I've tried to solve our problems in the most diplomatic way. But I guess talking doesn't work with brainless morons. I have to go upstairs and ask them to lower their volumes "nicely" while they treat us like crap. I don't understand what being nice gives you. I'm tired of being "sweet" and "kind" I'm just going to bust their balls next time if this shit comes up again. Being nice only gets you so far. Yet I still strive to be "kind" I wish I am more evil and cruel, life would be so much easier.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Barbara Wilson unleashes hell.

     Barbara Wilson came to my class to talk today. Right now she is yapping about some retarded theory of hers about sex. She had sex before she got married when she was back in high school and ran off with her boyfriend yada yada yada...
    The 1st thing she did when she walk into class was brag about her achievements and what she has acquire/accomplish thus far in life. That in and of itself is a huge annoyance. If you are qualified in whatever field you work in you don't have to boast. Just simply say, I work with broken women who have been through a lot.
      She promotes abstinence when she herself had sex when she was a teen. I think the worst advocate for abstinence are people who bump their boyfriends before the age of 18. Christian or not it's just retarded.  She does not have any credentials in the field of psychology or marriage and family. It must be God to promote someone like her to speak in front of my class. She is the most boring and whiny person I've ever heard talking.
    None of her theory or the things she said have any psychological prove or scientific fact to back her up. It's purely her opinion and her "personal" experience. It is hard for me to have any compassion for someone who is whining about their "self created" problem. The whole "I have sex, but you shouldn't" argument is retarded.
       Why kids today have sex younger and younger probably have something to do with what they SEE around them as oppose to what they are told. If adults around them act like dear Barbara it's no wonder why they are woohoo-ing at the age of 13.
     50 minutes into class she has shifted her focus unto her "precious" 2nd husband. Please I don't need to know about your husband and your personal sexual escapades. It's a class, facts matters. Her sexual problems with her husband is her business and none of mine. Most women are, in my opinion too relational. They need to keep work and personal life separate. I don't need another "unqualified" lady to tell me how I should act with my significant other in the bedroom. She can keep those advice for her children and grandchildren...I wish I can unhear her crap and do something more productive. I've just wasted 1 hour of my life that I'll never get back.

Monday, April 4, 2011

God =/= love

    Life is like a roller coaster, you may know all the turns, bends, and curves, but you won't know how scary or exciting it is until you're there. I made a profound discovery last week, I won't go into detail but I realize for the 1st time in my life that I don't care what people think of me. I felt free and peaceful. It was a profound moment as I realize I was able to find peace without any god.
    For years I thought peace was something only god can give, but that day, that moment, I knew I didn't need him anymore than he need me. He needed me to fund his church, to forward his cause, to condemn the broken, to preach hatred towards those who are different. I can't look a cancer stricken child in the eye and say it's god's will.
    Everyday I see Christians who are suffering trying to convince themselves that they are joyful, content, and at peace. They weren't just faking it for others, they were faking it to convince themselves that god cares. It's a heart breaking scene that I can't fix. I'm not about to convince people who are mentally sound that they are being retarded.
    I've seen more pain coming from the church than actually love. Painful people can't love much, they can express hate, anger and judgment pretty well.