This is one of those moments where my tummy hurts, I am sleepy, and lots to do before I can call it a day. I am losing my war of attrition between what are responsibilities and options of relaxation. Everything looks colored in muck.
This may get damn whiny, but I am sincere in my request for advice and guidance.
I play too much.
It's Monday afternoon. In the 'playtime" I had this past week, it's a mushy blur of some highlights and some missteps. I feel directionless and squandered. I did not run a single PUG with Luperci, so no valor points. On Zep, she is short about two dungeon runs, and LFR provided little or nothing. The fourth tier piece has become as elusive as the Karazhan mount. There were some really cute, fun moments--always love seeing my friend, and some new friends. I started a human female hunter named Hachette for Ironman, and ran into an identical player doing the same thing. "She" made it to level 7 without incident or troll jumps. Kind of boring, actually, and can't quite get a handle on her narrative.
Spending time in Azeroth is a dangerous vocation for someone with my personality and characteristics. I am goal-oriented, a list-maker, a task-achiever, and have genetic predisposition to addictions on both sides of my family tree, which would be more representative of a grape arbor.
There is a time in every hero's journey where they go to "the wilderness." They are off on their own, doing whatever they do with scorpions and burning bushes for company. I know I need to reconnect with my real life world more, but it hasn't really offered me much lately. But -- life is what you make it, you get what you give, right? So if my bushes aren't burning I have no one to blame but myself.
In real life, I have too many real people who need me to be 'on my game.' And, I try to rationalize by saying if it wasn't Azeroth, it'd be something else, meaning, I do need an escape hatch, as all humans do. Maybe the issue is I leveled too many alts, period, and am going through that phase where alt-levelers feel ever-more entrenched in the goals and objectives for virtual creatures. My parents always told me not to have more chlidren than there are parents to care for them: once they outnumber you, you're doomed. My characters are not children, but they have outnumbered "me."
Time to take a break, or just focus, or just not worry about it?
Or, parental controls?
Theme song: Rehab/Amy Winehouse
I read this, too, and just said, "crap." Poor Luperci: