Where do you get inspiration from when you really need it? Ok, sometimes it’s not always something you need right away, but other times, you just wish you had it, but no matter how hard you look for it.. you can’t find it. So you just have to walk away and wait for it to come when you least expect it.
I really need to stop having late nights on a weekend where Monday is still an aftermath of the weekend although you didn’t drink a drop on Sunday (Except as much water as possible to re-hydrate) yet you still feel knackered and uninspired.
I seem to have a 100 things running around my head at the moment yet I can’t seem to settle on one thought and work it out before I find myself drifting along and thinking of something else.. possibly all related to the original thought, but one thought brings up different questions.
Ok, so you have no idea what I’m rambling on about. Neither do I, because this is a typical example of what my brain is doing right now. I started the blog to write about some beach land I just bought (in SL) and went in a totally different direction. Answers on a postcard as to which direction.
I’m one of those people who actually, although I may appear to say alot, I actually don’t give too much away.. does that make sense? There is no reason or hidden agenda as to why I am like that, it’s just how I am.
I’m sometimes an alien to myself. I don’t understand why I react to certain things. I sometimes see patterns in my behaviour where I could sit down and look into a mirror and have a word with myself about.. why do you react like that?.. what is wrong with you?.. what can we do to help you change?
I can honestly say, if someone sat me down and asked me those questions, I wouldn’t know how to answer.
Some things are just so deep I can’t swim down far enough to bring them to the surface, which also means, I honestly do not have the answers to make things different. And when that ’something’ is about who you are, it can become very confusing, you think you know yourself.. but actually, in some things.. you don’t.
I could elaborate on this alot more.. but I’m going to stop myself cos I have no idea what other things I will end up saying, and before I know it, the man in the white van will be outside my door ready to take me away.
Well, another pointless blog that will end up out in space being found by aliens in 20 thousand years time - I wonder if they could work it out?
Well, I finally succumbed to making a “proper-ish” profile pic for my AV.
I made some T-Shirts not so long ago for a friend in SL, and they gave me a gift of a photo studio. It was only today that I actually looked at it.
It was pretty cool, so decided to mess around with it a little, and low and behold, I ended up doing a new pic for my profile.
I’ve seen a few wicked profile pics in SL, but never really been enthusiastic enough to make one myself, but I’m actually quite pleased with how mine turned out, so much so, I did 2! One for my profile, and one for my DJing.
This actually brings up a topic, Second Life identity… It’s something I have never been able to get quite right, I don’t know why. I don’t struggle with my identity in FL (thank goodness), but SL proves to be a little more challenging.
It’s no big deal, but it does come up now and again. It might be because there are so many different places to go in SL, each having their own genre and so many different styles around…could also depend on your mood.
Clubs for example, you go to a club which plays a certain type of genre, and people dress to match the surroundings.. well, some people do, some just don’t care…why should they?
I mean, I wouldn’t look quite right turning up in a ballroom in jeans and grungey clothes when everyone else around me is wearing tuxidos and ballgowns.
It probably boils down to me being a casual sorta gal (not in the sense of boy meets girl, boy buys girl a drink, boy get’s laid), I would rather have fish and chips and a can of coke than a 3 course meal and a bottle of wine… ok, I bullshitted about the wine - keep the coke!
It is just another example of how SL affects your attitude towards things.
After the story I mentioned earlier in my blog about the lady who came round to do the survey, I have decided that although SL is not FL, the way your brain (and emotions) reacts to certain things, it might as well be FL as sometimes your brain can’t tell the difference.
It’s the people you come across in SL that makes this happen, as well as the things you get involved in. The emotions and reactions are the same as they would be in FL. You can have a great time with people in SL, and you get hurt by people in SL… just the same as FL.
I’ve met friends from SL in FL and had just as much a laugh as we would if we were hanging out in SL.
Infact, a couple of friends from SL are on their hols, and another friend from SL headed over to them for a couple of days, they thought it would be wicked to call me up and tell me they were all getting bladdered together and having a wicked time and it seemed the only member of the gang that wasn’t there was me! (*weep) Infact, I was invited.. but couldn’t make it - nevermind.. next time.
See what I mean though about how we are all proper friends, just because we met in SL, does not mean we treat each other or think of each other any different than we do our FL friends.
We are the same character, personality etc. We have already spent hours and hours with each other, so we have been able to build up relationships and got to know each other pretty well.
Well, regardless of what people may think of SL, I feel blessed to have met so many wicked people in SL which I probably would never have met in FL
Heck! Talking about wandering off the subject.. where was I.. boy got laid? No, before that…
Yeh, so, I did a new profile pic.. and on that note - here endeth the lesson.
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