The past catching up
Three unexpected characters have surfaced from the past in the last couple of days.
Gandalf, the master of the oldest MOO in Portugal (the link is now on the sidebar); P, an old friend from college and C, a sad character from college.
Some twelve years ago a virtual world was created, a place where virtual characters could interact. I joined the game, created a character, starting playing but after a few years I quit. Then in 2003 I realized MOOsaico was still running and I’ve created a new character, I’ve been online for a while and then stopped loging in. Yesterday Gandalf stumbled across this blog and asked me to link to MOOsaico, at the same time he reminded me that I haven’t been online for three years now. That kind of made me realize I’ve lost contact with several of my virtual buddies for a long time, and at the same time made me happy to see I wasn’t completely forgotten.
This morning I came across P., an old buddy who used to pretend he was studying chemistry and who used to hang out with our little group, getting wasted, going to concerts, organizing parties and several cultural activities, etc... Unlike the rest of us he never finished his degree because he was very seldom sober, now he has a lousy job but he still doesn’t seem to care much about it. Strange as it may seem he looks the same old merry fellow.
This afternoon, in the train, I’ve met C. I’ve only talked with her once, back in my third year. She wanted to study chemistry, but she didn’t have the grades to make it, so she settled for a math degree, that she hated. When I first talked with that girl I felt sorry for her, short, ugly, not very smart and a terrible pessimist. Back then she told me she wasn’t a lucky person and that she would never be happy. It took her 11 years to finish her degree (our degrees were five year ones), she has got a lousy job that she hates, she feels miserable about it and she still sounds like the eternal loser I once met.
I’ve managed to keep in touch with many of my old friends, both real and virtual ones, but some of them have vanished from sight. All this events have made me wonder what happened to those missing characters…
Gandalf, the master of the oldest MOO in Portugal (the link is now on the sidebar); P, an old friend from college and C, a sad character from college.
Some twelve years ago a virtual world was created, a place where virtual characters could interact. I joined the game, created a character, starting playing but after a few years I quit. Then in 2003 I realized MOOsaico was still running and I’ve created a new character, I’ve been online for a while and then stopped loging in. Yesterday Gandalf stumbled across this blog and asked me to link to MOOsaico, at the same time he reminded me that I haven’t been online for three years now. That kind of made me realize I’ve lost contact with several of my virtual buddies for a long time, and at the same time made me happy to see I wasn’t completely forgotten.
This morning I came across P., an old buddy who used to pretend he was studying chemistry and who used to hang out with our little group, getting wasted, going to concerts, organizing parties and several cultural activities, etc... Unlike the rest of us he never finished his degree because he was very seldom sober, now he has a lousy job but he still doesn’t seem to care much about it. Strange as it may seem he looks the same old merry fellow.
This afternoon, in the train, I’ve met C. I’ve only talked with her once, back in my third year. She wanted to study chemistry, but she didn’t have the grades to make it, so she settled for a math degree, that she hated. When I first talked with that girl I felt sorry for her, short, ugly, not very smart and a terrible pessimist. Back then she told me she wasn’t a lucky person and that she would never be happy. It took her 11 years to finish her degree (our degrees were five year ones), she has got a lousy job that she hates, she feels miserable about it and she still sounds like the eternal loser I once met.
I’ve managed to keep in touch with many of my old friends, both real and virtual ones, but some of them have vanished from sight. All this events have made me wonder what happened to those missing characters…
posted by DCveR at 5:34 PM
7 Comments:
hmmm... i'd worry if all of the sudden i wont see some of my blog buddies--
Man D, I just love the way you describe people. That eternal pessimist is something else. She sure knows how to self-sabotage. As for the merry fellow!
Yeah, I'd really miss my good ol' blogger pals, all the regular ones. I still miss Anoop. He together with Dcver, man, they're a trip.
I can barely keep up with my friends in real reality.
ale: Some people come, some people go. Like in real life.
GG: Some people are so pessimist they seem to dig a big hole around them. And it is sad you can't help them. Have you read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (or seen the TV series or the movie)? They're like the robot!
chill daddy: With real life and with my real good friends, things are quite easy, we seldom have time for social gadderings but whenever someone is in need a bunch of people starts rescheduling everything to have time to help, it really is great. And whenever I feel one of those moments comes in the worst possible time I always remember that when I am the one in need I don't check if they are available either. Those friends are really my greatest luck.
tall glass: Maybe. One thing is for sure, I don't regret my choices and even my mistakes have ended up helping me one way or the other.
The pessimistic types are living proof of the self fulfilling prophecy nature of life. If you think the world stinks and you always get the crap end of the deal then lo and behold that is what ends up happening to you.
Dc, did you ever think this C person was really worthy of much of your time? As for the guy who never finished college, there were lots of party types in college, but most knew how to buckle down and study when the time came to. Too bad this guy didn't.
kris: Not really, but at the same time it is kind of sad that someone lives such a life.
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