Metempsychosis, the return
I have been very occupied with all the developments in the social networking cloud, what with Failbook and my social life being absolutely pwned by my desktop computer. Countless evenings (and nights) being spent in company of people belonging to the I-don’t-have-a-life persuasion, myself included. My case has not been given any kind of help considering that I have a past history of application abuse wherein I was dangerously addicted to Failbook games by name Texas Hold ‘em Poker and Mafia Wars.
It had gotten to the point where I was regularly having nightmares about how I had managed to get amazing hands in poker (namely 4 of a kinds and full houses), up the ante, pot commit all the players and then lose to hands like a straight flush or a royalty. These are but a few of the nightmares. Detailed and descriptive accounts shall be published as part of my memoirs. I also vividly recall dreaming about Mafia Wars strategies and game-play choices and decisions. Virtual and real life were about Mafia Wars. Countless friends have been abused/unfriended and countless strangers have been friended for the pursuit of excellence on this one game. I currently lie at a respectable level 347 with the title of Avtoritet Don Niccolo Machiavelli. Don Niccolo Machiavelli being my recently adopted pseudonym, my first alias being Don < ^ WaRLuND ^ >. For the definition of war-lund, check Oxford’s dictionary under “w” and go to any Indian street and start screaming the other half of the word loud for explanations pertaining to it’s definition.
With a lot of help, support, love and affection from certain determined and caring individuals, I managed to rid myself of these vices. To the point where I absolutely do NOT play poker anymore and can go for days without checking on the progress of my Mafia Wars alter-ego, in the process getting myself addicted to a browser-game called Travian. This can be excused owing to the fact that Travian is run on an independent platform and NOT on a social networking site.
But after successfully rehabilitating myself, I observed that I did not spend any less time in front of the machine. Only difference being, instead of progressing through levels or making virtual cash, I was socializing. It was like my virtual social life got a few shots of meth. Hours and hours of empty waste taking it’s toll on my psychological and physical health. Mental inactivity finally took it’s toll on me and I have reached a point where I know I have to stop.
I read about a certain concept called Virtual Suicide in a newspaper. The action I’m taking here is not unlike said suicide, but in real terms, it’s the exact opposite. I am giving my life back to myself. Taking away the monotony and going back to the way things are supposed to be. Social networking is now officially out of my life. Let’s face it, I’ve never been big on having a social life. Routine blog posts may show up on my Facebook wall. But I shall not be there to read your comments or notice your likes. People may still keep in touch with me (if you’re crazy enough) via things called telephones, e-mails or even the obsolete form of keeping in touch which entails physically being present before communication can occur.
Months ago, I made a post by the name Mine Metempsychosis, which basically means rebirth. If that post marked my rebirth on the blogosphere, this post marks my rebirth and my re-entry into a normal non-virtual world.
To continued write and social not-working.
-The Explorer
