When I was a guild master in WoW, I poured so much of myself into the game that all the rest of my life got put on hold. Family and friends in real life got used to seeing me only once in a blue moon. I pushed back all sorts of things I’d been planning to do for the two years as well.

Now I’m doing it all in a rush. I’m seeing friends again in normal social gatherings. It feels very strange to do something that has no tangible benefit to my goals. Before, I scheduled time with friends every few months as a need-to-stay-in-touch sort of thing, so it would double with dinner, since I needed time to eat dinner anyway. Now I’m actually spending whole afternoons with friends just hanging out. And I got my second cat. Since she’s only about a month old it’s sort of like taking care of a baby, I wake up every few hours, when she cries for company or food, and stay with her a few hours before she’s willing to go back to her bed. And I’m finally watching the last few seasons of Big Bang Theory.

And as real life continues, in a lovely way, it gets harder to wrench my mind back into the throes of guild mastering.

I still plan to, want to, write out my experiences. Even in writing out some of the stuff from before, like my frustration with people not realizing they’re being bullies, or my frustration with my officer treating me with condescension and not being willing to cooperate with me… this has already helped me feel a bit better about things. When I finish writing down what happens, I feel like I’ve gone through everything and found closure and relief. It lessens the repression, and feels like quite the healthy thing to do.

I just have to get myself to wrench my mind back and do things.

But right now, Lua is meowing for attention…