These past few eeeks in Second Life have been interesting. I guess t be fair, they’re always intetesting.
There is a group in Second life called “Get HIGH and Play Second Life”. It is one of the first weed groups I joined. There arremany others, but I always come bac to that one. I forget if it’s tag is ANybody else stoned? but I remmember I liked walking around with that above my head. In this world, I want people to know I’m high.
This group is mainly weed smokers playing sCEOND lIFE… EXACTLY WHAT IT IMPLIES. Whoop.s
I learned to be quiet about my activities beyond weed. I understand a majority of weed smokers belive in the motto, I don’t do drugs – I just smoke weed.
I’m a different circle of friends.
But I’ve always said Hey in that group when I was getting high. I have memories of embarassing myself more than once. I get inside my head believing I am appearing like the … well not like the cool good guys, but more like one of the craziues p[eople avoid.
But I figure weed smokers get it. They get sounding like an idiot.
It’s not quite as strong as alcol in making idiots and assholes and karayoke singers at 2am… but I figure it’s te best crowd to be a bit silly in front of.
Tonight, I happed to see two women who were weed smokers and chatted. I was higher than usual just at that moment, acting a little with boith heads, but — I jsut like meeting new peole who I might eb friends with in thi universe. I met two this evening and I have to believe my feelings that I looked like a weirdo and was rude to both of them, was in my head, or dismissed.
At least I’ve forgotten it.
I’ve been sharing thuis address more. Probably too much because I know there is bad stuff in the early pages I shuld not be sharing. I just dumped it all nline one day while es[ecially high on E.
MDMA. For me, a YES drugs.
But I am …
I am excited by the potential of so many scenarios… None I want to think through. I just.
Crap. My brain distracts me with the negative thought. My dialogue style of writing may be too hard to follow. As I was writing (text chat) with this woman from the group, I was obcessing over whether I’m total crap, or just favsninting enough.
I dream of fame, and then hope to hell I don’t get it.
“I don’t want to be famous,
I just want a few fans.”
It frustrates me that blogs are read backwards, or from the middle both ways. My first “BOOK” was writtenn that way, but a personal serialized story is …
I have to understand that every blog entry I make, maybe be the visitors first impression, and that always gets me. In my writing, as in my life, I prefer to reveal my story my way.
Happy Jeff says, oh well – lets not dwel on that, and say we’ll write a book some day. I already have 100 ideaqs fdor title.
I am sad when I see how poorly I type when I’m not corecting. I know… I fear many passages will be totally lost because no re-read can guess what the first intention actuallyt was. I forget the end of sentences while I’m talking.
Pause. Breath. Break.
End of Part 1.