Super short one today because the whole vlog ordeal made me so anxious I'm kinda exhausted... plus Potato Man's internet seems to be stable atm so I'm literally making grabby hands at him!
All of the things :
Body, Hands & Feet : [SIGNATURE] Gianni - Mesh Body
I don't do much RL online shopping, but I decided to peruse Amazon after getting a voucher for Christmas. I'd always been interested in those funky charcoal masks, so I picked one of those up first, and then still had enough left over for something else.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this book before, but it's called "Yes Man" and it's by a guy called Danny Wallace. He's an English dude, and the way the book is written is right up my alley. Complete sarcasm, infused with utter nonsense, with a little bit of a moral, too. Because I liked that book so much, I picked up a copy of another of his books, called "Random Acts of Kindness".
I expected this to be very similar to his previous book, but it is in fact, entirely different.
It's literally just a list of suggestions of how to make someone's day a bit better and I can't describe how much I freaking love it. There's ideas anywhere from planting a tree, to buying a tub of coleslaw for a Portuguese man called Rui, and applauding someone for making an effort.
On that note, I want to invite you to do something nice for someone today.
Doesn't have to be much, doesn't have to cost you a thing... but just do something that will make them smile, and sit back and see how it affects you, too.
Location : My homestead (kinda public, kinda not.. be nice!)
So yesterdays adventure into the real world was absolutely freakin' exhausting.
I've started getting really, really anxious before something happens that means I have to leave the house, and although I DID manage to go to my parents special Anniversary dinner, it was nothing short of a miracle,
At around 5am Sunday morning, having not yet slept and knowing I'd be leaving the house at around 10am, I found myself in my kitchen having a bit of a melt-down. I wish I could explain all the thoughts in my head, but anyone who has a tendency to overthink and/or suffers with anxiety will be able to tell you it'll start with something very simple, and end up with your chest heaving while you're clinging on to the kitchen cabinets for dear life while the kettle boils somewhere in the far off distance.
I did consider saying I couldn't make it. Just for a minute, of course... but I knew if I said no this time, it might be a really long time before I said yes again, and I can't have that. I have to do these ridiculously basic things with the people I love, not just for them, but for me.
The advantage of my managing to drag my half-undead body from my flat to the restaurant was that I ate a bloody amazing meal, and my dad got inebriated while my brother, who was driving, sulked playfully at being sober over his rather yummy looking steak.
All in all, it was totally worth the anxiety and I'm glad I didn't miss another family milestone.
Lemme start off by saying a big thank you to Apple, who is currently "Apple Bottom" and did indeed, lend me her butt. TA LOVE!
I think it looks like Man-Pickle has been behaving badly in this photograph. Maybe he's pinched Apple's butt one too many times and she's sent him out of the cabin to think about what he's done while she tidies up his awful mess and eats her breakfast in peace. Man-Pickle is however considering all the ways he could get her back, and contemplating dumping the contents of the marshmallow bucket in her hot chocolate! Is that really a bad thing though?
Not entirely sure what's going on today, maybe there's a full moon or something, but everything hasn't been working how it's supposed to. Including me!
However, somehow I've pulled through SL not loading, flickr being weird and facebook deciding to throw a spanner in the works too, and now here we are, back at Man-Pickle Monday! Yay! Finally!
I'm joined by Mal again today, and you can find his credits below... oh, and that cute little old lady? That's my alt, Paloma. You may have met her before. I'm incredibly creeped out because she does look a bit like my RL Mum, but older... and having her thrown around in oftentimes suggestive poses while trying to find a nice sit for her to feed the pigeons was a little bizarre!
Today I was reminded about a thing that happened back when I started SL over 10 years ago.
Back in the day, you were warned consistently about the dangers of the internet. "You might be talking to an axe murderer, a pedophile, a rapist." it was scary to me to log in and speak to people who might be absolutely terrible. I was also in the middle of a big ol' break up, 500 miles away from home with a small child and no way to get back. I didn't like myself very much and because of that, when I joined SL, I gave out pictures of a person that was not me.
Over time, it became harder and harder to tell fibs to people I cared about. because you really don't expect to start feeling real feels for people on a game when you first start using it, do you? You don't understand that these people you meet aren't imaginary, they're real... with real lives that they might share with you, while you're sat there telling a porkie pie to them. You get to know them, and all the while you have this big black cloud hanging over you, "What if they work out I'm not me?".
I'm incredibly lucky. Of course, when I came clean there were a few people who dragged me, and rightly so - however, they didn't actually know me, and I had always felt a little off around them.
The people I DID care about (and some that I had no idea even knew who I was), were incredibly supportive, and now I realize that my outer shell is what it is, and I can't change that - but my inner shell... that's the important part, and if I can find people who love me for my insides, those are the friendships and relationships I need to nurture.
To anyone going through something similar, keep your head up and be proud of who you really are. You are not your body. You are a combination of every experience, every feeling you have and every feeling you have allowed others to feel.. you're a beautiful, interesting, original and unique soul. No one is you (even if they claim to be by using your pictures!), and try to remember that everyone is going through something, and while being a catfish isn't right, there are often underlying issues that need addressing and as with most situations, it should be bought up and talked about with mindfulness & kindness.
xoxo
Here's a slightly better picture of the Birth skin still available at TMD for a little while. Hurry up, before this round closes!
Today I'm joined by a mystery guest, because he's shy... and the only thing I know he's wearing is the pants, from legal insanity @ Fameshed, so uh, go there if you like them!
In this picture, we're in a waiting room. I'm not really sure what kind of waiting room it is, but we'll pretend it's for something innocuous like... dentistry *nods*.
I'm sure it's not for anything serious, as Man-Pickle has perfect, sparkling teeth akin to a Hollywood movie star. *shrugs*
Anywho, there's details below so check them out!
xoxo
Here's a natural light picture of the skin by Clef de Peau, and the face shape from Cataclasm available at TMD.
Pose : Foxcity. Mens Play ball 1m (over-ridden by the pipe pose)
Location : Seychelles (Private)
Hi!
Happy Man-Pickle Monday!
I'm not gonna write a bunch of nonsense today, because honestly, my brain is up my backside, and much as it can be amusing to witness my attempts to pull my own head out of my ass, I'd like to be able to do it privately.. maybe with the help of a couple of reliable friends :P
Have a wonderful day, and make sure you check out the awesome items on offer at this month's TMD!
I feel like maybe Man-Pickle may have reverted to Boy-Pickle for this bloggy, but I'm kind of digging the entire look.
It's been a bit of a running joke that I could make the perfect fuckboy - and I think I might have proved that assertion correct, however, if I'm gonna be a fuckboy, I'm gonna be the best damn fuckboy SL has seen. With that said, here are a few rules if you would like to be the best fuckboy you can be. (This is satire, if you can't handle it - scroll on down for the regular details!)
1. Begin every IM with "Hey bbg." "Hey slut." or another derivative to prove your Internet Dominance.
2. After initial IM wait 10 minutes to respond to every message you receive.
3. Feign some sort of interest in the latest video game/anime.
4. Complain tirelessly about the girls who won't leave you alone because you're just so awesome.
5. Share your musical talent with everyone you talk to, asap.
6. Give out backhanded compliments. "You look like shit. That shirt is cute tho boo."
7. All your exes are batshit.
I'm tired. There's more, but tbh, if you wanna be a fuckboy - fuck off. :P
