Building in Second Life is so easy.
Oh, not that I'm a builder. I've made one kind of cutesy candle-holder photo thingy, and a clear-glass one three prim studio with a one-prim hot tub in it, but nothing like what I see other people make.
But, it's easy, because it's all straight lines. Even the curved things are to the grid.
It's the relationships among people that are hard to build; that are invisible until someone's hurt, and then the reverberations can crash worlds, cause sims to be abandoned, destroy real life confidence. The string theory of relationships is fucking confusing, and it seems that some things in SL make it even worse.
The day is only four hours long. I mean, from sunrise to sunrise in SL is four RL hours. So each RL day is nearly a week. Everything seems to happen faster: romances, broken hearts, breaches of manners, repaired relationships. It's astonishing, and terrifying, how fast things can move.
Teleporting confuses people: really, one should ask before teleporting one's friends into someone else's house, but it's just so easy to send the TP and then think to ask, when it's too late. I've done it and felt a fool after. I'm so glad that map tp'ing isn't the default anymore. It was too easy to interrupt something private, or semi-private. And then, of course, you've tp'd in and it's so easy to just go to the next thing, not say hello, how're you: you're there, those things must have been said, right? But no, and it hurts somehow when they're left out. And I've done that too, arrived at a party or a private residence and just gone straight to what I want to say, no "Hello", no "Thank you for inviting me", nothing, and then wondered why I pick up some hurt feelings.
On the other hand, some things are more possible.
A young friend of mine has been joined by his boyfriend, and they've partnered, something they couldn't do in RL right now. Congratulations, Skuee and Fisk, Joguani, mystical wolves. Blessings on your heads.
And tonight I was moved to do a dancing meditation for a friend: I was able to rez a prayer dance drum atop the skybox and dance for a while, something I could never do IRL. The dancing was meditative, healing: I put on royal blue hawk wings and danced, and danced and danced until I felt I'd drummed with my dancing enough to wake the angels in me, enough to send my prayers for my friend to where that energy might do more good than stewing in me who can only worry from here.
That, that I love second life for: taking the improbabilities and using them to make relationships.
Building is easy in Second Life, as long as you build along the curves of the heart.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
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