Oh.. how I wish I had taken a picture of the below described scene.. but alas, I was busy ejecting from land and not too worried about taking a snapshot at the time. Instead, just a nice picture I took last night of myself.
So.. I have this friend… I’m gonna call him JT. I’ve known JT since he was a wee bitty noob… and he’s now about a year old. He’s not typically the type of person I would associate with in RL. Pretty sure he’s quite young (though over 18), a bit of an egomaniac and uses words like “that’s gay” to describe things. Which makes me wanna scream and say USE A FUCKING ADJECTIVE DUDE! Nevertheless, I’ve found that underneath all the harsh abrasives, he has a good heart and is true to himself. I try to take the perspective, that one day he will just grow up. One day he will realize calling something gay is just not ok. One day.. One day.. Shit.. I’ll probably be long in the grave… but anyways…
JT and I .. tend to chat for a couple months at a time.. then we just .. fade for a bit. Fine with me.. I tend to get bored with people saying the same shit over and over. After little break.. when I’m force fed the same shit again… somehow it tastes different. So this works.
JT has been logging on from his phone while he’s at work. For any of you that do this, you know that it typically leaves you with a text only version of what is going on in-world. Yes.. you can accept teleports, inventory offers and do other various things, but not being able to see can be a HUGE hinderance (is that even a word?) in terms of your interpretation of what is really going on. I log in like this quite frequently, and in total political incorrectness.. I tell people that “I’m Hellen Keller-ing It” Yikes. I in turn, understand that I might misinterpret things, since I cannot actually SEE or HEAR what is going on, and usually a quick IM to the person in question clears up any misunderstanding I might have.
So…I had offered JT a teleport earlier that day, so he had a place to stand around while he was “Hellen Keller-ing” it. We chatted for a bit, caught up on what’s been going on.. etc. Then he logged off.
I found out later… JT CLEARLY doesn’t know how to log in to his HOME. (Ridiculous.. you are a year old.. and you don’t have a FUCKING HOME SET???)
Anyways.. my friend Nevada (alias) was over… I’ve met him over the last few weeks and we chat a lot during the day when I’m on my text only viewer. He makes me laugh, and entertains me while we whittle away at our long work days. One thing about Nevada… is that he is highly sexual.. and enjoys saying all kinds of dirty stuff about what he wants to do to my avi. In my quest to understand what is IS about all these guys, I let him talk his talk.. and quietly chuckle away in front of my computer screen. Nevada happens to be a great talker and rp’er. I will admit that sometimes I find myself blushing when I read the things he says.. as they can be.. quite.. um.. graphic.
Well.. he was over.. and entertaining me with his.. unique way of conversation, when GUESS WHO shows up and rezzes inside my house. Fucking JT.
So I give him time to rez… and Nevada.. in his own (bulging RL pants) world, keeps on going with the conversation.. saying all kinds of dirty stuff.. the NSFW kind of stuff. Meanwhile… I’m wondering when the hell JT is gonna fucking TP somewhere else.. instead of standing around and screaming “What the fuck is going on?”
So.. I eject. (chuckles)
I don’t like being intruded on. I don’t like you rezzing inside my OWN FUCKING HOUSE. It makes me more mad, that instead of finding a LM in your inventory, you make yourself busy by judging what’s going on in local chat. WHEN YOU CAN”T EVEN SEE! Go away.
I don’t think Nevada even noticed. RAWR.
Well.. of course.. my IM box explodes with all kinds of angry shit. ”You sick bitch” “You suck pixel cock?” “I’ll never look at you the same” “You just went from an 8/10 to 2/10”.
Screeeeeeech. What? You were fucking rating me this whole time…?? An 8/10? I’m not some kind of fucking multiple choice questionaire where you mark in the little circle what fits best. Oh. Hell. No.
I try not to judge people.. real life.. second life.. whatever. I think it limits my understanding of humanity.. and of myself. I can disagree, dislike, or in my own private time make fun of your badly tinted pixel penis that is on the outside of your jeans.. but I try not to judge you on it. Maybe you are just having a bad day. LOL. A very bad day.
As a result of this insane reaction to something he couldn’t even see… I decided to post a Pixelation Proclamation… it is as follows.
1. My Pixels.. are MINE. I can turn them into a god damn road sign if I want. They are NOT for you to judge. They are for ME to judge.
2. If I choose to allow other pixels in my personal Sl space, there is a reason for it. Judging me based on the company I keep, is a clear indication of your decreased mental capacity and overall lack of open mindedness.
3. The next time someone tries to rate ME on a scale of 1-10, they can consider themselves off my friends list permanently. Always remember, there is a person behind the Avi. I do.
4. What I choose to do with my fabulous pixels on Second Life.. is what I choose. It’s not based on what other people THINK I should do, nor how they will judge me if I do them.
I’m still a chick.. sitting behind her computer.. I’m not the avatar wearing the short skirt with her tits hanging out. It’s too bad.. that you just can’t see that.
Fantastic rant. This is the kind of rant that makes us want to say “YOU ARE FUCKING HIRED”… if we actually hired anybody.