Yes, yes, it has been a long time since I posted, and probably I will not be able to do it again in the next two weeks… but the clouds are opening, and a lot of free time is shining at the horizon.
Anyway, I felt slightly pissed off, and that is always a good thing to get me started writing; it is so fun to be me :-p.
I know I am repeating myself, but I believe people is basically good. Even when I readed at dandellion’s place about this ugly, mean and foul mouthed land baron, I still think he probably isn’t evil, only stupid and rude.
Ok, very stupid and rude.
But I just noticed that I never was precise about what that goodness mean to me; I still whould despise that guy, and whould try to avoid him; maybe he is good inside, but that theory only helps me to avoid hating him. In fact, I whould use the world hate about how easily people are mean at Internet.
It always amaze me the way people play with their words… Eloh Eliott released full perm skins, and now she seems sentenced to be a bitch or a saint. Oppinions fly, sometimes in very offensive ways and, a lot of times, they come from good, even nice people. And of course, even the slightless, sometimes imaginated breach of courtesy, pisses me off.
Yes, some of us are more easily offended than others. I’ve seen people leaving SL, their friends accepting it and hoping them goodbye… while I take it in a very personal way, morally offended about how they leave real people behind. Probably it is a guilt feeling, since I did it once, and I know I’ll never stop feeling bad about it.
I could keep ranting about all the little things that piss me off, but they usually sum about the careless way people treat each other. I can ever accept it, usually by keeping from commenting at any place… but what I cannot understand, is when a friend does that.
Two days ago, a friend sended me an IM that meaned, more or less, that I whould find something interesting in the case I was, or wasn’t, a guy playing as a woman.
Of course, you may not find that phrase annoying… but since it covers all the posibilities the second half nullifies itself, the semantic context is “you may find it interesting”, and the emotional context of the innecesary second half is “in the case you are a guy playing a woman”.
He only forgot to add “no offence meaned”.
Now, I am not telling I am angry at him, since I know he didn’t wanted to hurt me; he, like a lot of men at SL, feels that there are too many lesbians, rezzbians and bisexual woman, so most of us must be men. A classic topic.
But I don’t know what gives friends the liberty to doubt openly about your stated gender. I have to admit that I do try to guess sometimes if any of my friends or lovers is a he instead a she, or a she instead of a he, but I never whould have the gall to tell them.
And no, this isn’t another discussion about virtual gender; I also wonder about if somebody is somebody’s else alt, or if what I am told about RL is true, and about a lot of things… but if you cannot believe your friends, what good are friends for? Where is the confidence?
I know there is a lot of insecurity on Internet. We are forced to believe things without a physical counterpart, sometimes in the name of privacity and bad accent… there will always be the curiosity, the doubt…
… but each time you suggest somebody may be lying, you are reducing them, their virtual reality, a bit. You are killing them, bit by bit.
If you think I am being oversensitive, check this post. Maybe men feel that there is an unfair competition, but woman feel “obliged” to demonstrate themselves, even by hurting other woman. There is no pressure like peer pressure.
And yes, I am not a transhumanist and, to be true, I think all of them are a bit crazy…
Err…
“No offence meaned”.
I think they are a bit crazy, but so I am; probably as crazy, if not crazier than them, since I am living a virtual life and worring about it, with as much intensity as I do about my real one. I don’t believe in transhumanism, but I believe in my transhumanist friends; they aren’t lying to me, they are what they say they are, even if I cannot understand why.
Once a friend of mine told me she had seen an UFO, and I plainly reyected to believe her, since I didn’t, and I don’t, believe in UFOs. It took me long, long years, to mature enough to understand that I should had believed that she wasn’t lying to me, even if I didn’t believe that it truly happened.
I don’t believe in UFOs, but I believe my friends.