So in my attempt to continue to cover every single aspect of Second Life from every single angle of every single position of every single ball… errrr wait, I think I lost my train of thought there. Well anyways, ahem, the one aspect of Second Life that I have never written about is the art of living life after it. So here you go…
I left Second Life immediately following my public declaration of my intention to leave it on this very blog which happened on October 18, 2009. I know that you all suck at math, with the exception of those few builders out there who actually know what X, Y, and Z coordinates hafta do with why your picture won’t line up with the wall on your house. I mean hey, I lived with Jell long enough, I got kinda use to having a lot of angles to work around. So anyways, I can relate to the odd time flux continuum stuff that happens within Second Life which distorts such rational concepts as math.
So let me explain to you how long ago that was in terms that you can actually understand: it was right about the time Jiggly boobs came out. Okay, well at least the guys have some perspective now.
For the rest of you, let me try to find a few more ways to explain just how long ago that was:
- It was prior to SL gaining a number… we were still back in version 1.18something or other. You know… back before you could check out your shadow as you lag through walls.
- For the average SL’er it was about 6.7 relationships ago. And only 4 of those were with the same people… just not in the same order.
- It was back when copybotting was bad, before people’s ideas about fighting copybotting were worse, and way before people were like wtf is copybotting?
- It was way before plurk developed trending topics which showed that 14% of the discussion was about fashion designers, 25% of the discussion was about fashion bloggers, and 61% of the discussion was around bloggers who criticize fashion designers.
- It was back when Prad only had like 12 blogs he was writing on, instead of 145. My personal favorite of which is the daily crackberry photo of his bellybutton lint in 365 day time lapse format.
- Truth, Troof, or Troofa deleted his plurk account only to add it back because he missed it only to delete it again because he can’t stand it to miss it and add it back again to delete it again to add it back again.
- SCD hired 37 writers for their outstanding propensity to generate a veritable shitstorm to then end up firing 36.5 writers for their outstanding propensity to generate a veritable shitstorm.
- It was back when new viewers were the cool rage, and not some sort of identity theft hijacking personal information destroyers of the universe.
- It was a little over 100,000 views on the Rev, which just goes to show that you don’t need me (or anybody for that matter) writing on the Rev to keep that traffic coming.
In other words it was back in the salad days of SL. Well honestly, I said that just so I can now check “salad days” off the list of my “top 1,589 cool words that I have no idea what they mean, but I gotta work em into a blog post” list. But anyways… I seem to be in a digressing kinda mood atm. If only I had a site with a cool little emoticon I could flag this entire post with as “in a digressing mood” then I would make millions I am sure. But seriously back to the story…
I don’t think it is possible for anybody who has made SL such a huge part of their lives as Jellybean and I had, to quit SL cold turkey on your own, unless you just went through some sort of major SL or RL drama which is at the root of your departure. So my personal first step to leaving SL was to turn my entire friends list off so they couldn’t see if I was online. Because, by god if I said I was leaving… the last thing I need is people catching me when I am sneaking back in!! But surprisingly to myself, I really didn’t find that I was sneaking back in all that often. Literally I was in maybe once or twice that first week, and then maybe once a month if that since then.
I even went so far as to cut my bloglines down to only 3 SL blogs… one of which was this one. Next up, I went and cut down my plurk list from right around 400 friends to only 24, so I could focus on just the ones I felt like I had a connection beyond SL. I didn’t mean it as an affront to anyone else on my list, I just needed to get back in charge of my time. Then all of a sudden I had all kinds of time, and I found that I was still needing something in my life to keep me busy. I think that certain people in our generation are just wired to hafta be in some sort of online community or activity. For me, I started playing WoW again. In fact, I started putting a lot of time into WoW, and made a switch over to the Horde that I was really enjoying for a while. But then I found that I was putting too much time into it, so again I pulled the plug (well at least until Cataclysm comes out.) So now, here I sit pretty much gameless, although I will admit I am messing around with Dragon Age Origins a bit – although I don’t see it holding my interest for long.
I actually found myself logging into SL a few times over the last couple of weeks. Partly because Jell was feeling the itch to do some machinima, and partly to try to figure out how to turn off those last few subscribomatics that keep hitting my email. In the end though, I ask myself if I miss it. The answer is that yes, I do miss certain parts of it. I specifically miss the high times of Tringo back when it was booming, I miss hanging out/DJ’ing at Clockworks with Alex/Myg/Wrath and the gang, I miss writing on the Rev and still hate that there isn’t really a decent replacement out there for our niche for our readers, I miss the dramz…because sometimes it is just fun to get in the middle of the craziness if you are opinionated like myself. But unfortunately, most of those don’t exist anymore. At least not for me when I am logging in.
So at least for now, I am still going to be staying away. I don’t have any big pull drawing me back in. In fact, I even have an entire machinima scripted out, but for now it is shelved on my bookcase until the urge builds up a little more.
I really miss every one of you Rev readers, and I wish you all the best.