Thoughtful…
I’ve been in Second Life for almost 9 months, and it’s at this point in which i wonder where my life is going. I feel as though I am having a mid-[second]life crisis. I’ve begun to reflect upon my humble beginnings, because just as what happens in anyone’s first life, my past has had a direct influence on my present.
I joined Second Life in late October of 2006. I convinced my best friend that she needed to join, too, as I needed a comrade. Neither of us spent much time on Orientation Island or bothered with Help Island; we were too impatient to get to the people. Being a hardcore chatter, I was hoping to experience communication in a whole new way. I was not disappointed.
One of our first stops was to her husband’s sandbox (it was weeks before I learned what a sandbox actually was, and that it most likely was not made of sand), where we were each gifted L$1000. Just like a young child who gets $1 under his pillow from the tooth fairy, I felt rich. It was envigorating to have so much money in a world that was mine for the taking. He suggested a visit to Simone’s for some clothes and hair, for we were looking quite noobish. Simone was there, and took us under her wing, generously gifting us outfits, hair, and shoes. It was there, however, I learned that even in a virtual world, things are not made to fit the big girls. I modeled my avatar more closely to the real me (well I attempted to), but none of the clothes looked right. I blame Simone for causing me to conform to the skinny masses. (KIDDING OF COURSE!)
I wish I had pictures of the me from my first few weeks as Marissa Racecourse…OH WAIT!
(click to see it slightly larger)
To be continued…