It boggles my mind that people spend their precious time and money online living in a fictional world. Is there not enough going on in their real lives? Is it a "reality is just not my thing" thing? How do you derive anything from inventing a character and spending all your time being said fictional character?
Shrinks must have a field day with this. If someone is disturbed, how can there even be hope of healing when they spend their real life being a character they've created that only "lives" online?
And what happens if and when the other online fake lives entwine and cross over into real life? I know of one example that destroyed a lot of real relationships. I'm still recovering from that insanity and the loss of an old friend who found her online life more important than those who loved her.
Color me clueless but dealing with life and real people is difficult, exciting, funny and surprising enough for me. I don't need to pose as a half-elf ninja nun. It's all pretty damn stimulating right here and now. But that must not be enough for some people. I just don't get it.
There Ya Gogh!
16 hours ago