Personal Log: Rob Versteegt

Okay, it's time to get something in here again. It's been quiet on my part ever since... well, ever since I got all that active in Second Life. Oh, there have been some SL adventures posted by me here, but it's been fairly empty ever since. I'm still posting, but not a lot.

But well, I believed it was time to do something here as well. Note please that I'm not in Second Life now, thank you very much.

So, what to talk about in a blog which hasn't been used in ages? How about Frontier Fleet? Or Second Life? Or just life itself. Or all three of those subjects?

Currently, I'm reminded of a quote by Marvin the Robot of Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy: 'Life, I loathe it'. While I do not entirelly agree with this statement, there are various aspects of life which are, indeed, loathable. This is true in my real life, my Second Life, and my third life, which is frontierfleet. (And yes, first my third life was my second life, but now my second life has become my second life, although not my first: my second has now become third. I'm afraid my third won't ever become first again, though. Confused already?)

Anyway, this is to all you out there who feel that I'm addicted to Second Life... who say that my life is now resolving around a big evil, who say that I'm no longer the monster-poster you knew me to be in the 'good old days'. To you I say... You're so right.

Huh?

Yeah, you've heard me, you're absolutely correct. I no longer see Frontier Fleet as the number one reason of my life, so I don't post 100 posts a month anymore. If that means that I'm no longer the person you knew me to be (just because I changed priorities), then you're absolutely right. Nobody seemed to feel the same way though, when I was addicted to Frontier Fleet... when I spent an entire *year*, day in day out, writing posts... often as much as 4 posts a day. (I can remember the occasional 15 posts a day... beat that!) I was only interested in Frontier Fleet. I didn't work, was annoyed when I was called away to eat, stayed up too late just to 'help out a friend' or 'finish this post'. For I *had* to be the top poster at the end of the month! And I had friends too... okay, friends in the chat, but friends nonetheless, right? And what's best about it... all those who are complaining about me being in Second Life now, all agreed with this, didn't say a *thing* to stop me. They were happy with me: I did what they wanted, I served their cause. Frontier Fleet was their life too.

And then Second Life came along. And 'worse': I fell in love there. And now I hear complaints from my Frontier Fleet 'friends'. Oh, I don't hear them from those friends personally of course. But there's a lot of gossiping around my back. Don't think I don't know...

And what are they gossiping about? Let me tell you. There's the fact that I'm totally addicted to Second Life. That I've made friends there, who cannot possibily be real friends. That I spend too much time there, while I forget my real life (don't you mean Frontier Fleet?). That I stay up too long, helping out my friends, being there for them.

Wait a sec... sound familiar?

That's right, none of the people complaining about me now have ever complained about any of this when I was doing these things in Frontier Fleet. Then I was the Top Poster... I meant something. I was a great addition to the fleet. I was 'The Bobby' who always posted at least 30 posts, every month.

And now I've fallen off of the pedestal. And people are angry about that. Why? Because I don't do what they want anymore? Because I'm chosing something *I* want, instead of doing something everyone else wants? Because I'm making a *choice* here? That's right, before, there was just one thing: Frontier Fleet. What other choice was there? And now I've met someone in Second Life, and I have a choice. Either continue like before, in Frontier Fleet, or move on... and explore this new world, with new friends and new experiences. I *chose* to do the latter. I'm *not* being forced -that's another complaint people have- into doing anything.

So there you have it. It seems to me that my addiction to Second Life resembles my addiction to Frontier Fleet. Nobody complained during that time... and they do now. To those complaining, I have to say one thing: Grow up. Accept the fact that I've made my own choice, and move on as well.

Oh, and if anyone has any complaints... you know what my mailaddress is. Tell me in person, instead of gossiping about me behind my back. Thank you.

Kindest regards,
Rob, who has been waiting to say this for a long time already...