I just got a group notice about an 80's party being held at the place where was trained as a ponygirl. I wouldn't have attended it even if i could have but being told there is a party and knowing that I CAN'T go is a bit much. It's so impersonal. It would be different if it was Mistress who told me I can't go or even a mother/child scenario.
Should I leave all my groups for now? Or keep them and at least have the occasional group notice to read?
Oh here's a good one. I decided to keep my groups (most of them anyway) for now. I just got a group IM which made me smiled slightly; I thought it might be fun to follow along in a group conversation. It was Portugese spam. http://slurl.com/secondlife/Utopia%20Portugal%20I/194/223/30. Low price/ Preço baixo, $2 à 80 lindens. Why do these people think that spamming = advertising? Are there really people dumb enough to go looking for things that are so Preço baixo? Gimme a break.
I joined a few more groups - a couple of bookish ones and a political group - thinking that there might be a bit of intellectual group chat to read. So far: nothing. Maybe I'm being impatient; I only just joined them about three minutes ago.
Either way, I am noticing little reminders of my status. I can't open my inventory, my Delete key doesn't work. I can't jump and I am scared to even press the Fly button.
In case you hadn't realized it yet, this blog has bacome a sort of running tally of my thoughts and trials. My goodness am I glad you had me set it up. I'd be so lost without it. It's such a tangible connection to you.
Down the beach from where I spent last night I found a floatie in the water, just a few meters out. I must have missed it in the dark since I walked right past it on the way to my 'spot' last night. It seems that it was made for two; both of the poseballs say 'snuggles.'
What an odd thing it is, the world I create for myself in SL. I see those snuggle poseballs and think of how nice it would be to find myself a beautiful, intelligent man and just float there, laying back on his chest. We'd talk about books, Europe, movies... it would be a delight. Not so odd right? The reality I have waiting for me if I ever get out my suit is kneeling and fretting over every keystroke I type. The odd part is that if I were given the choice between the two, I'd be at a loss.
My thoughts while I am in this suit are so amplified. Normally I'd have paid no attention at all to those poseballs. Now people pay no attention to me.
About Me
- Emilee Gackt
- Because of her disarming wit and utter charm, a gackt is prone to fits of entitlement and privilege and affects an extremely calm demeanor in the face of adversity, perhaps believing that she can will events around her to bend in her favor. She can be as slow to learn as she is persistent, sometimes taking weeks (or even months in the most acute examples) to be convinced to act in accordance with and abide by the simplest wishes of her owners and superiors. ¸.•*´*•.¸¸.•*´´*•.¸¸.•*´*•.¸¸.•*´ The typical gackt is patient, smart and leans towards sarcasm (perhaps in defense of some unmentioned hurt she has suffered). Gackts are unhurried and deliberate and will be most productive in a familiar environment. To her own undoing, a gackt is usually rather casual with rules, preferring to focus on the goal rather than how to get there. she is a tolerant and understanding listener and people find her easy to talk to and feel no pressure or impatience from her, finding instead a faithful friend and follower who is likely to take on more than she can reasonably be expected to endure.
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