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That time of the year…

So it’s starting… the days grow longer, it begins slowly to get warmer, no more ice and snow.

People are celebrating valentines, new couples emerge and jumps out, as the nature welcomes them with open arms…

People go to the beach, into the garden, barbequeing their hearts out.

Co-workers come in, flashing their tans.

And…

I get busy at work.

From now on and until June 30th, I’ll be expected to work 10-15 hours extra each week compared to normal – in periods a lot more.

My short sparetime will be devoted to WoW, and thus I will remain pale when everyone else turns brown.

This is not a big deal. Except… I’m addicted to wow. How will I manage without my weekly 50 hours of fun? My garrison growing lonely… my guild only seeing me… well… 30 hours a week… (It’s WAY too little!). Frankly – I already found 50 hours a week online to be a bit too little for my taste.

There’s only one solution. I must dump my boyfriend (just kidding, but seriously, it sucks).

Thanks Blizzard. You got me hooked. When do you make a matrix connection, so I won’t ever have to deal with IRL again?

Honestly, I would accept it.

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Being a child

As a 32-year old accountant IRL, people are often quite surprised to realise I live half my life as an orc.

And yes, I guess it is quite odd, even though I know many like me inside this online world.

One of the things I notice once in a while, is how people hide it IRL, afraid to acknowledge their inner geek, admitting they are a child deep within.

I’m not sure I follow why.

I got my very first accountant job due to playing WoW – turned out my boss was hardcore raider.

I got my current job due to being a computer geek – turned out they lacked a computer savvy person.

And yes, I brought my Frostwolf plushie to work the other day, they chuckled a bit with me, and accepted that I, as a 32 year old accountant had brought a toy with me for work.

And sure, my intern sitting infront of me, shaked her head a little as I took a picture of my Frostwolf using an old calculator, but it was fun nonetheless.

I believe, the world would be a better place, if we all just remembered the joy of being a child and playing once more.

And yes, I cry after roleplay, as I get so attached to the various chars people build up, it’s so sad when they die in-char, I jump half a meter in the couch from a simple shock-effect in a horror movie, and I turn in my chair to avoid falling down a cliff in WoW. But I love my imagination, and I am proud of it!

I dare you all, to enter the biggest toystore nearby, today, and immerse yourself into the world. Play with the toys, act silly, run through the shop with an “elephant trunk” making elephant noises. Try it. Release the adult stress and forget anything which troubles you, even if just for a second.

It’s liberating.