Tho I have been reticient to do so,I have decided to go ahead and at least give this Diary thing a shot.
I have been placed into a very unusual situation at the moment. Placed doesn't mean much really...no one gets placed anywhere unless its of their own volition..or not.
Hmm ill have to think of a different way of expressing that,but nonetheless,things irl have been fraught with more than what I would consider the usual mayhem.
It has impacted my usual time within PE. I haven't been able to play as much as I would like,but on the other hand, if I did, I wouldn't get what I needed to do done at all.
Herein lies the dilmema. Does one foresake all wordly goods for the virtual bliss we call PE? Or do you tough it out irl and make PE a secondary pleasure?
The answer is plainly obvious. One must eat and feed ones family. A shelter must be provided to house and keep ones family safe.
But oh the heartache! I barely envision myself leading a life that that I would call anything less than fruitful,yet must return to that gray zone we all have to endure upon awakening when the alarm clock goes off,screaming at us to get up and face reality...
I guess that PE has become an alter-existance for me. One that allows me to be someone that irl I wouldn't be or, would want to emulate the most?
I have been placed into a very unusual situation at the moment. Placed doesn't mean much really...no one gets placed anywhere unless its of their own volition..or not.
Hmm ill have to think of a different way of expressing that,but nonetheless,things irl have been fraught with more than what I would consider the usual mayhem.
It has impacted my usual time within PE. I haven't been able to play as much as I would like,but on the other hand, if I did, I wouldn't get what I needed to do done at all.
Herein lies the dilmema. Does one foresake all wordly goods for the virtual bliss we call PE? Or do you tough it out irl and make PE a secondary pleasure?
The answer is plainly obvious. One must eat and feed ones family. A shelter must be provided to house and keep ones family safe.
But oh the heartache! I barely envision myself leading a life that that I would call anything less than fruitful,yet must return to that gray zone we all have to endure upon awakening when the alarm clock goes off,screaming at us to get up and face reality...
I guess that PE has become an alter-existance for me. One that allows me to be someone that irl I wouldn't be or, would want to emulate the most?