Day after day I wake up, go to work and return home to log into a second world. It's got to a point where they aren't different or parallel lives. They have become the same life. Online once seemed like a different sphere where I was something else... anything. These days, that isn't the case. I am who I am. I have many names these days online and offline, and you know what? I love it.
My creativity had dried up over the last 18 months. Something banal had set in, but I need to end that.
I'm seriously addicted to World of Warcraft. It's not something I do... It's now something I am. I have friends there, I have plans to make gold and a list of goals in game. It's weird. I enjoy it, but sometimes I do boring things in there, just like I would wash the dishes in real life. Sometimes I don't understand why I do it. After getting some new shiny piece of gear I want to run around the Undercity and gloat it up. I just got my epic mount (a very fast mode of transport) and have even developed a sense of elitism when seeing other players with 'lesser' mounts. This is weird since in physical reality this mount doesn't exist yet it's worth 720 gold which translates into a real world monetary value of around $NZ100.
Then there is the other part of me... the prior parallel 'real life' me. Working day by day as a journalist with nothing really to say. I just use a set formula in the way I write. It comes out the way my industry expects, but does not allow me to push any different creative areas. On the plus side it has improved my writing structure... I think.
Thus I work, I sleep, I cook, I spend time with my awesome girlfriend, I grind for gold/honour/whatever online and then I sleep some more. How exciting is that?!?
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