A Third Life?
So, in an effort to get a feel for Life For The Newbie, I created an additional account about a month ago. I've run her through the paces of getting oriented, hit the freebie bins to get her outfitted and attended a number of newbie classes to find out what sort of questions were being asked and how well they were being answered.
It's been an interesting journey. It really does cement my belief that having someone around who can show you the ropes is one of the main things that can keep people from wandering off in frustration.
I didn't want to reveal her name too soon, because I didn't want people to treat her any differently. At most, she told people she was my friend and that I was helping her. I did leak the news to a select few in IM, because I'm terrible at keeping my own secrets.
And now, in this blog post, I reveal them to you.
Meet Beginning Thursday. This is how she looked when she first incarnated on Orientation Island on a certain Thursday night.
And this is how she looked by the end of the evening, after hitting a zillion freebie places and camping for a single Linden to buy the Sirena hair that she's wearing. I sent her to QTLabs and she told them that "CyFishy sent me." And thus she landed her first Group title.
You'll notice that I'm still referring to Beginning as "her" rather than "me". I probably won't belabor the point that she is owned and operated by me in future posts, but continue to describe her as "my very dear friend."
There are a number of reasons for this, that I'm still trying to unpack. Part of it is simply that this blog isn't about The Real Me, it's about my persona as CyFishy Traveler. In the world of SL, Beginning and CyFishy are two separate individuals, with different life stories, different routines and even different friends lists.
We've managed to meet inworld, though it does put a bit of a strain on my computer to do so. This particular moment had a strange effect on me:
I'd teleported her over, mostly to get screenshots of the TP process and then, with her standing in front of me, I offered her a hug.
I stared at the screen for a long, long time as that embrace went on.
My boyshape is, as I've mentioned before, the kind of dude I'd want in real life. So there I was, giving myself the embrace I'd been secretly craving. (And there I go, breaking my own rule. She being me.)
The possibilities intrigue me greatly. Do I pursue this? Embrace myself? Court myself? Maybe even partner with myself? Is this a ridiculously self-absorbed game I'm playing, or the path to some kind of healing of the wounds of self-loathing that have crippled me for as long as they have?
Miles always told me I needed to learn to love myself. Perhaps this will be a way to do it. We shall see.
It's been an interesting journey. It really does cement my belief that having someone around who can show you the ropes is one of the main things that can keep people from wandering off in frustration.
I didn't want to reveal her name too soon, because I didn't want people to treat her any differently. At most, she told people she was my friend and that I was helping her. I did leak the news to a select few in IM, because I'm terrible at keeping my own secrets.
And now, in this blog post, I reveal them to you.
Meet Beginning Thursday. This is how she looked when she first incarnated on Orientation Island on a certain Thursday night.
And this is how she looked by the end of the evening, after hitting a zillion freebie places and camping for a single Linden to buy the Sirena hair that she's wearing. I sent her to QTLabs and she told them that "CyFishy sent me." And thus she landed her first Group title.
You'll notice that I'm still referring to Beginning as "her" rather than "me". I probably won't belabor the point that she is owned and operated by me in future posts, but continue to describe her as "my very dear friend."
There are a number of reasons for this, that I'm still trying to unpack. Part of it is simply that this blog isn't about The Real Me, it's about my persona as CyFishy Traveler. In the world of SL, Beginning and CyFishy are two separate individuals, with different life stories, different routines and even different friends lists.
We've managed to meet inworld, though it does put a bit of a strain on my computer to do so. This particular moment had a strange effect on me:
I'd teleported her over, mostly to get screenshots of the TP process and then, with her standing in front of me, I offered her a hug.
I stared at the screen for a long, long time as that embrace went on.
My boyshape is, as I've mentioned before, the kind of dude I'd want in real life. So there I was, giving myself the embrace I'd been secretly craving. (And there I go, breaking my own rule. She being me.)
The possibilities intrigue me greatly. Do I pursue this? Embrace myself? Court myself? Maybe even partner with myself? Is this a ridiculously self-absorbed game I'm playing, or the path to some kind of healing of the wounds of self-loathing that have crippled me for as long as they have?
Miles always told me I needed to learn to love myself. Perhaps this will be a way to do it. We shall see.