Games that people play

Some news from the WoW direction - an interesting insight on how people's minds seem to sometimes work, and more reasons behind me not liking people all that much. Copied from a conversation with Inny, so bear with the format, please.

Angthoron:
What sporum now?
Inari:
ER
Inari:
My view on Dragonfury has gone even lower
Angthoron:
What now?
Inari:
He met some chick in WoW, got her pregnant and left them a week after the baby was born
Angthoron:
Just ICly, I hope? <.<
Inari: Nuhuh
Angthoron: Whaaaaaaa?
Inari: Remember Larnia?
Inari: They had a baby
Inari: A real baby
Angthoron: As in, "Waaa, waaa" baby that you get kicking around the mother's stomach for around 9 months, the non-internet baby kind?
Inari: A real, screaming, kicking, pinksinned, pooping baby
Angthoron: And they made it despite the fact that idiots shouldn't procreate and DF was an obvious asshole? Wow.
Inari: Well, it seems people who shouldn't have babies, get them the most Angthoron: Though that seriously is pretty fucked up regardless of the abovementioned
Angthoron: But to be honest, somehow I wasn't really expecting a lot more from DF
Inari: There was one other case on ER a year or so ago, someone had a baby and GAVE IT UP TO SOCIAL SERVICES SO SHE COULD PLAY WOW
Angthoron: ........................................................................
Angthoron: Kidding, right?
Inari: No, the baby was taken away from her because she didn't look after it but spent time on WoW

Mkay. I'll skip the general part about "poor child" and "poor mother" and so forth. It's all been done before, and while I feel extremely sad for the kids on the account of the shabby parents and a whole bunch of things, like being given out for adoption over a freaking game... But I'd much rather address the parents in this case. Or rather, the fact that this world needs to develop child-making into a licensed practice. Fail the parenthood test? Oops, no baby for you. Why are we getting them driver's licenses for pretty much everything there is that moves with assistance of an engine, pass exams in school and get tested for professional appropriateness when we apply somewhere (hell, 3 years' experience is a must in any decent place nowadays, so maybe 3 years' experience of parenting should be required!) while morons are free to make babies left and right without a single thought in their head? Really, why? And then they claim our society cares for children - well, obviously, as seen from all the recent things going on (13 euro refund to social service for child benefits that a child that just died wasn't any longer eligible for; violent child-abuser mother given custody to her children but fails it by killing them all, brainless, irresponsible, underage people allowed to reproduce freely), it doesn't give a flying... duck.


Comments? Am I being totalitarian again? Repressing people's base freedoms? Being anti-religion?

Oh, and CC, if you read this, post the link to the other WoW thing you just sent me yesterday? Lost the thing in a crash, and illustrates some things quite well, too.

Real-life factory stories!

Well, it's just five days left now. Only five, then I finally quit and don't have to see another phone manufactured for - with luck - the rest of my life or, without luck, til next summer.

But bloody hell, these four months have been something else to me. First three were actually mostly alright. I didn't have expectations when I came around, and it was essentially an easy thing to do without having to use the brain at all. Fair deal, ainnit? Well, apparently, not. First, there's the whole issue of brain going stale. For a while, I get to entertain the people around me, but in the months that elapse, things get old, and both myself and the rest are rather tired of it - and it's getting tougher and tougher to make things up. On the other hand, I'm not hired to entertain, I'm hired to do work, and making others happy isn't exactly high on my list of priorities. Unfortunately, making people happy - or, hell, waking any kind of emotions in them makes me last a bit longer, or so it'd seem, so I can't help but go on. And now my head's caught in an infinite loop, I can't make anything new up anymore and am losing my IQ points faster than I ever have. I literally feel going more and more stupid. This, of course, can't help but bring me a feeling of trouble - I am seriously worried about the state of my mind, and mind is one of the things about myself that I am (hopefully) deservedly proud about.

Of course, all the said things contribute to a developing state of depression that many of the readers have suddenly encountered (again), and, being depressed, I tend to revert to thinking of where I went wrong, which usually ends up really deep in the past. Amusing, really. In order not to be depressed now, I would have to go back in time and prevent myself from becoming pretty much everything I am today. To continue being "that Russian guy", as opposed to being "That whoa crazy Russian guy we know and love!"

But then, let's face it. I was tired of being alone. And when I say alone, I really do mean alone, because, while travelling is all good and nice, I lost about 98% of my friends through it - friendships don't blossom when not tended to, and I had no chance to tend to them at all - and made pretty much zero, because there's not really a point in making lasting relationships when you have no idea how long you are going to stay. So, until the times of high school, I literally had one friend hanging about, and that is a tad little, if you ask me.

Plus, I'd have to drop the "invincibility" pretense - which I can't do either, since it's a part of me as well. Why? Well, when you fear a drunk in your own house so much that you basically fear for your life, or life of someone else, up to the point of running to the police in pajamas across a wintery desert scene, later in your life you might not want to feel vulnerable ever again.


And guess what? This doesn't make me pity myself. It makes me mad. Very, very angry, at myself, and at everything around me. Or almost everything. I can't really put it to words. Possibly, my pride forbids me to acknowledge pity - but then again, I can't do anything about it. Pride is probably my biggest sin. Which, I guess, isn't the worst one out there.



There's the sharing, Seagale. Doesn't make me feel any better, yet, anyway. Probably looks whiny and stupid, too, but hey, it's my "blog" and I can look as awful as I want in it.

3D - Depression, Doom and Dread!

Do you ever get these moments? When you suddenly realize life's slipping away and you can't do anything to stop it? That you're actually helping it slip away? That so far, you've done nothing, and the day is over? Or a week? Or an entire season?

Well, on Saturday morning I realized that the summer is gone. Just gone. Do you know the smell of early autumn? There's still the usual summer smells all around you, but just as a hint of the end, there is a small, tiny, insignificant smell of dampness and decay. It was there already - and I am still working at the factory. Alright, I'm earning decent money, am financially independent of the state or family - something that I am very happy about, as I do dislike being dependent on a whole array of things. But... The whole summer is gone, more or less in a blink of an eye. Makes me feel rather bitter, it does. Or rather, a depressed state is up, which is always a lot of fun in my case, as it's pretty much the opposite of my usual "high" state - we get the dread, the touchiness, the guilt over nothing, the worrying - over nothing as well, and, of course, the all-time favourite, self-loathing! I usually just sleep then, and this is what I've been doing today - sleeping!

Then again, it could possibly mean that I've finally burned the remaining stress hormones and now am getting to the point where the withdrawal phase kicks in.

*goes to brood in the corner*


Oh, and I finished the Electronic Addictions analysis - can be found over here.