Virtual

Right now, there is much stress. There's good stress and there's bad stress. A rose by any other name ... *sigh*

'Nobody's perfect," he said. "And perfection is overrated."

"Perfect is boring," I judged.

And added "Lately though ... boring don't seem too bad."

Not really BPC.

Did you forget what being BPC was all about? About doing a new thing every minute? About OnceUponATime in a VirtualWorld telling VirtualFriends you want to see five new countries every year? How many years ago was that? And how many new countries have you seen since then?

Let me tell you: it's been just about five years and you have seen ... let's see ... ONE new country.

So 'boo' on you. Boo on your face and boo on saying Big Things That Fall Flat on your Face.

But do VirtualProclamations even count? Let's put it in perspective ... if the VirtualWorld mattered, then the VirtualFriends should have mattered too (and viceversa). And they did. And that's why BPC ran away. Somethings are better left ... for lack of a better word ... Virtual.

Speaking of Virtuality ... isn't it odd how you can be so comfortable with someone in the virtual world and then when he sits in front of you at lunch, it's so not the same thing? You share a pasta for Pete'sSake (howzat for breaking the ice?!) but nope, something's amiss.

He observed that. I overanalyzed. He told me off.

LOL (or as he would say: Laf)

BPC's getting a LOT of telling off these days. Am I subconciously seeking rebuke these days?

Am I?

Bigger Question: Do I need it?