Friday, November 21, 2008

Turn around and she's gone, part two.

Despite the few moments of yuks that Johnny Rotten's new career as a dairy product pitchman has provided me, I'm not in a terribly good mood today. I'm a couple steps up from "poleaxed", which was how I felt when I got the news, but, overall, still not good.

I mean, it's not like I haven't been here before. People leave Second Life. It happens. Sometimes they come back, and other times they don't.

I never expected her to leave, though. The die had already been cast before I found out. I was left to examine the pieces of her that remained online, trying to divine answers and solutions from the remnants.

And I knew the futility of even looking. But even the illusion of action is better than dwelling on one's inability to actually help, I guess. At least, that's what I'm telling myself now. But I can't get around the idea that my friend is out there somewhere, one of the multitudes upon multitudes of strangers whom I will never look in the eye, and whatever the situation is, I can't help her.

It's the kind of thing that's like an ongoing kick in the gut.

I joined SL on a lark. In pretty much the same spirit, I started making t-shirts and stuff for Averlast. I never expected to form a friendship such as would leave a hole in me with her absence.

There's more... I could ramble all day here... but I think I've embarrassed everyone enough.

3 comments:

Aldbaran Galicia said...

hmm so that's what happened...everyone is pretty much in the dark...Whoever's in charge should at least say something...a notice or something...not a simple "move along nothing to see here". That's my opinion anyway

Aldbaran Galicia

Abel Undercity said...

It was decided that a quiet departure was better than a big, emo group notice. Of course, since this is my blog, I can be as emo as I want to be. There is a card to be handed out to anyone who asks inworld. I'll pass one on to you, Ald, next time I'm in.

Anonymous said...

I had the pleasure or shared pain ... to spend some of the last moments together in SL ...

still worried do ...

Manfred Pessoa