Looking for Reality

Fail.

Tome: this will either cement your avoidance of LFR, or prod you to join me in fighting the good fight against young squires like Sir Chad.

Here is the situation:

Tome's post really made me reflect on why I go into LFR. I mean seriously, why? It's not like I am trying to stay current for a raid team, like I'm going to get called off the bench-- I don't want to be called off of any bench, I can't right now, truth be told. Even this weekend I played too much yesterday (Saturday) and was only going to play "for a little bit" this morning, and go to the library, and wouldn't you know, it's 12:19PM, and well, yeah.

But yesterday, it is Saturday afterall, I thought I could avoid my duties for at least one day, you know, and get Zeptepi enough Valor Points to get a pretty necklace from the pandas in the cave. They're lovely pandas, and I'm concerned that hanging out in the damp, drippy cave will give them all a horrible fungal infection, but perhaps they have a cream for it. Some special panda elixir or something that prevents cave rash. Anyway, in order to do this in a relatively short amount of time (insert laugh track here), this would involve going through the cycle of LFRs and a few dungeons.

And during one, I just stopped, and looked at how beautiful Zeptepi is:

Look at this eye candy-- she is like a walking work of art and light. She is lovely to behold. The Gods of Warcraft have given me an angel. I just took a moment and admired the craftsmanship, and artistry, once again, that is Azeroth. But it's not just standing around admiring my bad self, oh no -- it dawned on me that LFR is the only place I can practice my stuff, and see it in action. Remember, it's as big of a scale of battle that I can participate in right now, and training dummies just don't cut it. It's not about the meters, or the world stats, it's about what am I doing, how I am performing, for myself, and myself only, and watching the prettiness fly.

And then comes along Chad.

You know the part where there are the slugs, and the spiders, and the ook and the ick and the poop piles? (You may recall I am the Spider Slayer in the Matty Shack: no hobo or recluse is safe from me once spotted: you will die a shriveled, broken mess, spider! NOT ON MY WATCH!) So while trying to dodge slug slime, I managed to aggravate a hanging spider. Whatever. No big whoop. And I get this whisper:

Fail? A "fail" whisper over one spider?

I inquire:

So, yes, there are add-ons that make bullying and experiences more trying and harassing. Chadeth, first - I hate to tell you this, and I'm sorry, but really--you sir should really think about some things.

I was laughing to myself for the rest of the day. Imagine, every single time something happens -- from a fender-bender to a broken nail, up pops on your life screen a pink FAIL? And Chadeth, and more importantly, for the makers of that add-on, please-- get a life. You never once made a mistake? Your expectations of perfection from the world around you are inevitably going to leave you embittered and very, very lonely. I know for a fact that you wouldn't last five minutes in a room with two 8th grade girls who think you're a loser. Hell, five? One. Have you ever noticed that every bullying story starts off with, "When I was in 8th grade...?" Eighth grade is a magical year. It's when the bullies hone their most epic and evil of taunts and spells, and the targets are scarred for life. If we survive eighth grade, we can survive anything.

Chadeth: I am not an 8th grade girl. But I know a few. Watch out.

I'm going to create a new add-on, one that whispers: "You're good enough. You're smart enough. And doggone it, people like you!"