I have to quit frontierville. I can't take it anymore. I thought it'd be different this time. I moved from farmville to the frontier and everyone knows I love the Wild West. Cowboys are sexy. Big open country. Horseback riding and ten gallon hats! But its noooooot wooooooorking oooooout.
I hate that I care about how big of a pie I'm going to get from harvesting my peach trees and that I actually think about who I think might send me supplies to finish my school house. Its not even a good game, there is a lot of clicking, staring, and waiting involved. And the graphics, or whatever you computery people call them, pretty much suck, right? I find myself literally sitting on the couch, macbook in lap, anxiously watching the seconds tick down waiting five minutes for my energy resupply so I can harvest one more damn "crop". Or chop down a "tree". Or beat a "groundhog" to death. I mean, come on, I am vegan, mostly due to circumstances beyond my control (hello food allergies), but I definitely don't think its right to, as frontierville puts it, "clobber", anything.
Facebook is awesome. It has made us more connected to other people. It has allowed and encouraged many important and interesting discussions. You can stay in touch with tons more awesometastic people. Event planning: a piece of cake. Obviously it has its drawbacks, and most run of the mill casual to even advanced users are well aware of what those are and maintain normal lives outside the realm of FB. It can be addictive, and weird, and definitely stalkery. You know that feeling when you've checked all the little facebook red flags, connected with a few friends, read some status updates, and you really don't have any more reason to stay on facebook, but you just do. You kinda just click on random shit hoping to be entertained, searching for a piece of news, or a funny picture or waiting for someone to respond to your witty (or at least YOU think so) status. I'm not even that into facebook and I feel this way from time to time....everyday....jk. Or am I just a craze-o?
So, you feel kinda empty for a few seconds and you're all like, "theres. nothing. left. to. do. uggh. booooooo" and then it occurs to you: "its a rather nice day outside, how jolly a walk could be at present". Or, whatever you like to do with your time. And BOOM, you're happy again and continuing on life in a way that gives you something great and helps fuel you being wonderful old you.
But what if what occured to you was that you should probs check in on the ol' homestead and see how your "crops" were doin'? (And we're of course assuming you're not actually in the boonies somewhere with a tin can toilet, some candles, and a dead squirrel roasting on a spit on a fire you built yourself with your totally awesome and sexy cowboy skills, but sitting on your couch, macbook on lap, making the decision to play frontierville unknowing of your future doom. Although if the former is true, lets be friends cowboy man.) So then, you don't go outside on that really nice walk, or whatever, but you play in the fake outside that doesn't look like outside at all and get upset over the snakes you uncovered and excited about leveling up cause now you can buy "eggplants".
Pretty soon you're going to forget you even like taking walks, and then where will you be? Wherever it is in reality or in your mind, it won't be good. So therefore, I must quit frontierville. I will be outside if you need me. Or crafting.
Vaya con dios frontierville. Vaya con dios.
<3
Kelly
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