Where is the line?

I write this blog not just to show you nice places in SL, or to help you find new things you can do with your Second Life, but to walk into a club. I also write this blog, to process things that happened, and your comments, usually make me smile, and I am happy for any participation. What I want to write about today, is a difficult subject to me, since I can understand it on one side, but I also don't think it is something one should support.

"Where is the line?" I am asking that question now, and will get into it right away. Those of you, who are reading my blog frequently know, that I met someone. We are both taking things slow, and simply enjoy the time we have together, since it is rare due to our RL duties. I have a medium sized online footprint, as have most bloggers. Facebook, several pages providing the blog (Tumblr, WordPress, and Blogger) and also my Flickr, to support all the pictures I share with you.

Since this man, and I are friends, I helped him to decorate his place, to make it a home. If I do something like that, I usually try to understand the style that person enjoys most, and look up several items, so they can pick from. Basically like a personal shopper, just for homes. While we were applying finishing touches, someone teleported right into the situation, when he hugged me in front of his new BBQ-grill.

I didn't think much about it, how often do people teleport somewhere to see, their friends have moved, or they logged in after a long while and still had their home point at a place, someone else has rented in time. How could I have known what that hug started. It was like an avalanche shit-storm, I guess no one would have ever expected.

We were about to leave the place, and just a few moments afterwards, someone wrote me a private message. I didn't understand much about it, but mainly I was stealing someone’s man, and they would wish me good luck?! It bummed the evening a bit, but again, I didn't think much about it. I had a calm night, and a nice morning, not knowing what was coming for me.

During the day, someone I don't know, wrote a comment on my blog. That is nothing uncommon, but this message was somewhat weird. Someone told me to think twice about my friend, or spending time with him, accusing him of cheating and so on. I was shocked, and surprised, and honestly don't think that should be anyone’s business. In the end I marked the message as spam and went on with my life, for about an hour, because someone showed real stalker-potential.

The same person, who messaged me the other day, started liking on Flickr all my pics of him (my friend). But that is not the end of it, she also tried to message me on Facebook. I have to admit, such a behaviour creeped me a bit out. But after I logged in on Second Life, I got another message, in combination with a huge log file. Stalker-potential meets psychotic behaviour.

So back to my earlier question, where is the line? Where jealousy stops and stalking does begin? Is it really so hard for people to be happy for others? Is it appropriate behaviour, to show this way ones affection, AFTER breaking up with someone? What is your thought about it, please comment.

Little Tangencies

Here I am, trying to find a good subject to write about. Something deep. Something thoughtful. But you know what, there is nothing I want to write about. I am happy, and when I am happy, my brain is filled with happy thoughts, unicorns and rainbows. Ok maybe not that horrible, but close to.

You might ask yourself, what the heck happened? Well you probably know that moment when you meet someone and everything just fits. And I don’t mean in a butterflies in the belly kind of situation. But someone who just seems to get you. Someone who keeps you on the toes and challenges you, without straining your nerves.

Thanks to Dakota, my dear sister, I met such a special someone. And we have had the luck to spend our day together. Lots of laughing, agreeing and understanding was going on. And even if we disagreed, we understood the point of view of each other.

I use to get personal, so I will do that again here. I get easily bored by people. I think it is straining to act as if one is interested in something, just because the other one enjoys it. I get bored by people who don’t have their own mind, style or thoughts. It is so rare to meet someone who has their own opinion and sticks to it. Consequent… even if it means to follow the wrong path to the end. (Not that bad but you get the idea.)

After lots of chatting yesterday, came more chatting, no “Wham, Bam, thank you Ma’am” but little tangencies, soft smiles and talking. But yes, I think it is the little things, to make a day special, and we spent a part of that special day, on my Sweet Pea, sailing the Blake Sea-Continent, finishing with the Galaxy. It was nothing big, nothing amazing but still.. special.

Why I had to write this, I don’t know, somethings, just need to be said. So, thank you Thorim, for such a wonderful day and evening. - By the way, doesn’t he looks gorgeous?! ;-D