A game friend let me know yesterday he added me to Google+. I asked if it was my “real” self or my “avatarial” self. He wasn’t sure, and when I checked, sure enough it was my avatarial self. Dammit. Will the real Matty please stand up? The reason I mention this is I was having perhaps a tiny bit of writer’s block, that feeling that whatever I would put down would be the same old dribble and slop, and as I told Guarf yesterday, I was even tired of reading it…
…but then this other thing happened. I love to spam my visitors, it’s true. Once in awhile I’ll catch a friend or two whom I may not see in game, but they stopped by this virtual home for something to read. I also love to see what posts folks are persusing, and this morning it is:
I clicked on the drabble “Kolin,” because there was no recollection of even writing it. Sure enough, it’s pretty darn good!
The point is, if my avatarial selves get inter-mingled, they are the vehicles to my voice, my little imaginings. What we come to expect, if we begin to feel apathy or take the extraordinary for granted, will trip us up every time. It’s that one little fraction, the slightly-off perspective, that keeps life interesting.
One misstep at a time, people, one misstep at a time: New York City Subway Stairs
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