How does this keep happening?
Sep. 13th, 2007 11:15 amI'm hesitant to write this entry. Not so much because I'm ashamed or embarrassed by anything I'm about to write, but rather I feel I'm going to sound disingenuous or that I'm looking for validation or compliments. I'm not. Well, read on to understand...
So it's no surprise to my readers that I play World of Warcraft. Many of you reading do. The only thing that stinks about the whole thing is that y'all are spread out over so many servers, that I could never hope to keep up with y'all. Well, that's ok, I guess. It's the price I have to pay for the popularity of the game, I suppose.
Anyway, my primary character there is Franush, a L60 Dwarf paladin. I have two or three others there, but he's my main. Most of my chars belong to a guild called The Darklords. The guild has grown pretty well in the last few months - over 250 members. It's a good bunch of people, willing to help out and so forth. I help where I can & talk some in chat, mostly trying to be silly and/or a wiseass.
I know, hard to believe.
Anyway, I wasn't on for nearly two weeks around TCEP. Go figure. When I came back, the head officer/owner of the guild hits me up in private chat. Says that the other officers have been talking and that when a new officer slot opens up, they want to offer it to me.
Huh?
A bit flabbergasted, I tell him that I'm not sure what I did to earn this honor, but if offered, I will accept. He tells me that it's a combination of length of time in the guild and my willingness to help. Two days later, it's official. I am now the newest officer of The Darklords.
This happens to me more often than I care to admit, and every time it happens, I am genuinely taken aback and surprised by it. A few years ago, when I was involved in an online game called CarnageBlender, I was just as taken aback when, after a few months, I was tagged to become a chat moderator. I learned later that had I stayed around much longer than I did, I would have been made a officer there as well. At Origins, when there was a unanimous vote to have me be the liason for Origins 2008, I was again taken aback.
You see what I mean that it sounds like I'm looking for attention?
The thing is, it always surprises me when this happens. And I rarely, if ever, understand why it happens. I don't feel I did anything exceptional or noteworthy. I was just...being me. I don't see it.
I know I have a hard time seeing the positive qualities I might bring to the table. I know my self-esteem isn't, perhaps, all it should be. I was reminded not so long ago of a line by Julia Roberts' character in Pretty Woman that "People put you down enough, you start to believe it...the bad stuff is easier to believe." I don't know if that's the case in my life, but I'm sure it hasn't helped.
In any case, even if I don't see something, others do. I just wish it would stop surprising me so much. No, that's not true. I wish I could believe it. In me.
Maybe I should take the advice I've given others and not only listen, but take to heart the timeless words of those wisest philosophers of the late 20th century, The Muppets
( Lyrics behind cut for length )
Peas. Out.
So it's no surprise to my readers that I play World of Warcraft. Many of you reading do. The only thing that stinks about the whole thing is that y'all are spread out over so many servers, that I could never hope to keep up with y'all. Well, that's ok, I guess. It's the price I have to pay for the popularity of the game, I suppose.
Anyway, my primary character there is Franush, a L60 Dwarf paladin. I have two or three others there, but he's my main. Most of my chars belong to a guild called The Darklords. The guild has grown pretty well in the last few months - over 250 members. It's a good bunch of people, willing to help out and so forth. I help where I can & talk some in chat, mostly trying to be silly and/or a wiseass.
I know, hard to believe.
Anyway, I wasn't on for nearly two weeks around TCEP. Go figure. When I came back, the head officer/owner of the guild hits me up in private chat. Says that the other officers have been talking and that when a new officer slot opens up, they want to offer it to me.
Huh?
A bit flabbergasted, I tell him that I'm not sure what I did to earn this honor, but if offered, I will accept. He tells me that it's a combination of length of time in the guild and my willingness to help. Two days later, it's official. I am now the newest officer of The Darklords.
This happens to me more often than I care to admit, and every time it happens, I am genuinely taken aback and surprised by it. A few years ago, when I was involved in an online game called CarnageBlender, I was just as taken aback when, after a few months, I was tagged to become a chat moderator. I learned later that had I stayed around much longer than I did, I would have been made a officer there as well. At Origins, when there was a unanimous vote to have me be the liason for Origins 2008, I was again taken aback.
You see what I mean that it sounds like I'm looking for attention?
The thing is, it always surprises me when this happens. And I rarely, if ever, understand why it happens. I don't feel I did anything exceptional or noteworthy. I was just...being me. I don't see it.
I know I have a hard time seeing the positive qualities I might bring to the table. I know my self-esteem isn't, perhaps, all it should be. I was reminded not so long ago of a line by Julia Roberts' character in Pretty Woman that "People put you down enough, you start to believe it...the bad stuff is easier to believe." I don't know if that's the case in my life, but I'm sure it hasn't helped.
In any case, even if I don't see something, others do. I just wish it would stop surprising me so much. No, that's not true. I wish I could believe it. In me.
Maybe I should take the advice I've given others and not only listen, but take to heart the timeless words of those wisest philosophers of the late 20th century, The Muppets
( Lyrics behind cut for length )
Peas. Out.