Posts Tagged ‘life’

We’ve predictably hopped aboard the Diablo 2 train.

In our spare time, we’ve continued to play Diablo 2: Resurrected.

I think that between the two of us, we have all of the characters that we could want, although if Bub wants me to make a barbarian or a paladin I would be open to making those for him and learning the basics on how to play them. Right now that’s outside my wheelhouse since I personally tend to play magic and support the most on MMOs, but if he wants me to, I’ll make those for him and then look into how to play them in such a way that it doesn’t wind up disastrous for everyone involved. This might be really amusing.

We might also get back into Diablo 3 on the PC, although that will probably not be until the craze surrounding Diablo 2 starts to die down. Who knows. As stated, whenever I have my way I make sure that we play with friends before we play with people that we don’t know, although the nature of the beast in Diablo games on Blizzard is that sometimes you can’t help that, because sometimes you have to party up with people that you might not know really well to get quests done or to do certain things. When it comes to MMOs, though, I go through phases where I personally want to play them a bit less than I had been playing them — the exception to this would be Bub, because I will gladly play with him (almost, within reason) whatever he wants to play, the only exception to that being if he ever cued that he wanted to play World of Warcraft. I think I’ve written in here about my reservations regarding that game in the past, and they still exist. To be frank though, I have reservations against pay-to-play MMOs in general and would never seek them out of my own volition unless something, somewhere, changed. I would rather pay once and be done.

In the coming months, I need to get a new cell phone (the battery in my current phone, which I use to keep in touch with all of our doctors, specialists, and the boys’ therapists is… degraded, and I need to be able to rely on it when we are out of the house), a new computer chair (Bub has spun in this one to the point that it is creaky and wobbly, and I wouldn’t want anyone sitting in it to fall out of it), and quite possibly a new computer desk. I’ve had the desk that I have now for quite awhile, and the wobbliness of it is inescapable.

You do realize that I run a tracker here, right?

The same people who complain that I view their Tweets when they misgender my friend and constantly call him by the wrong name are frequent fliers on this blog, sometimes going twenty-one pages back as they do so. You do realize that my internal tracker (Google Analytics, thank you very much) tells me all of this, right? In before some of you start claiming that it’s not legal or questioning the legality of it, it’s… literally Google Analytics. The only reason that it was ever even set up in the first place was because I wanted to know if Bub’s paternal grandmother and (one of?) her sisters were devoting hours to stalking me again because they have two extremely unique locations, and it would be impossible for them to say that “someone else from that area” viewed my blog in light of that. (This was actually something that was noticed by more than one state agency, too. The fact that this was happening. That they were doing this. I mean, it wasn’t “just me”.)

Sometimes expecting logic out of people is simply too much of an expectation, though. I’m just saying…

Not too long ago, I made a decision that wasn’t easy.

There were certain people that I considered friends on Discord who, for lack of a better way to put it, decided to intrude into my personal life in spite of being told not to… so it wasn’t even as though this was remotely blatant. Prior to this, they had been friends of mine. However, it got me to thinking — what is the line when it comes to situations like this? In the past, friends of mine have told me that perhaps I can be a bit too friendly for the sake of being nice to people and maintaining friendships, even when I shouldn’t. I’ve also been told by friends of mine that sometimes I put up with a lot more than I should, even (and especially!) when I shouldn’t, and that it is well within my rights to assert boundaries by stating that I am no longer willing to put up with people who would do this to me. For the sake of maintaining professional decorum, I will not actively seek these people out on the server that we are on, and I will be civil to them. That does not mean that I need to be polite or friendly, though. I can manage “not being cruel or mean to you but not being your friend” alright.

I have gotten, and am getting, more support for this than I realize, and I am thankful for it. Furthermore, it incentivizes me to continue to draw these boundaries as necessary for my own mental health. If someone with a history of domestic violence and sexual assault is exhibiting that what you are saying by virtue of your intrusion into their personal life really uncomfortable, you need to stop — one of them knew both of these things for a fact and the other one was probably told. You don’t get to claim that “someone is having a bad mental health day” if you caused it. I am sick and tired of being “so friendly” that I become people’s punching bag, especially if it is out of distress that I suddenly become a friendly people-pleaser in conversations. If you do this to me, know that you have not just intruded on my boundaries, you have violated them, and I will not want to be friendly or polite to you for awhile. Click send. Do the posting thing.

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