Change

Day 2,057, 22:09 • Published in USA USA • by Dogpyle


Change
Change is good. Really, it is. I'm not talking about the kind of change you find in your couch cushions, though that kind of change is pretty good too. I'm talking about the kind of change that happens all around us everyday. Big changes and little changes alike. From the weathering of the highest mountains, to the slow growth of mold in my shower. You can't always see it, but it's there, shaping and changing our world (and eWorld) around us (change, not the mold in my shower).

The cool thing about change, is that it tends to force us to change with it. We don't always want to accept it, but you know what they say: "Resistance is futile." And even as we resist (even though it's futile), we sometimes find that we've changed for the better, because as we change, we learn new things, and learning is fun. It's fundamental.

I bring this up because I see a lot of changes going on around us here in eRep. Most of those changes seem pretty sucky to most of us at the moment, but keeping in mind that change is always changing, these changes too, will soon change. The biggest problem facing us in this damn browser game is not the changes, but adapting to those changes. It's easy to get mad and say to hell with it. Too easy sometimes. But adapting, and finding your niche among the changes, that to me is where the fun lies.

So hey, come and take a walk with your old pal DP and let's change this change with some change and make this game our bitch. Besides, do you really have anything better to do?




A short work of non-fiction
Three hundred miles really isn't that far. Only five and a half to six hours on the bike. I've ridden further just to get a good steak, or to climb a big rock (more of a small mountain, but hey, I don't like to brag), or just for the hell of it. So yeah, three hundred miles... It's like a hop, skip and a jump.

That's not to say I wouldn't have ridden further. I would have. A thousand miles wouldn't have been too far. Honestly, I'd have ridden to the furthest reaches of this continent, and barring time and road constraints, I'd have ridden around the damned world. I'd have flown if necessary (not nearly as fun as riding the Harley, but we're focusing on the wrong part of the story now).

Where was I? Oh yeah, three hundred miles. That gives a guy some time to think. Once you get out on the open road, instinct just kind of takes over and you find yourself somewhere deep within your thoughts as you weave your way through traffic. You wonder what her smile will be like in person. You wonder if that little square perfume sampler thingy is really how she's going to smell. You wonder about that first hug, that first kiss. You wonder about things you can't mention in this browser game. You wonder...



And then you're there. You pull up looking all bad a$$ in your leathers (it's my story, so yeah, I was looking bad a$$. Deal with it) and try to act nonchalant, but you're a big bundle of nervous with a side of freaking out as she opens the door. Ah, the door... It's like it opens in slow motion, revealing your dream bit by bit as it cuts through time and space.

And there she is. Your dream personified, she is everything you thought she'd be. You're almost tongue tied. You had rehearsed what you'd say, but that went out the window when she opened up the door (note to self: there's a song lyric in there somewhere), and you find yourself stumbling over the words that you normally wield like a battle axe.

Then there's hugs. Kisses. (*****edited for content****😉. A ride on the bike. Steak dinners. Movies. Laughing (my stuffing is still all kinds of f**cked up). (*****edited for content****😉. More laughing. Tickling.(*****edited for content****😉. A trip to the park. Throwing rocks by the river. (*****edited for content****😉. Snuggles. Whispers. Maybe a little hair pulling. (*****edited for content****😉. And then it's time to go home...

It doesn't seem possible. Four days just can't go by that fast. Can they? You pack your things, you load the bike, you say your long good byes, you say your longer good byes, and you're on the road again. You wave and she disappears in your side mirror. You start planning your next trip before you're even out of town. I mean, it's not that far. It's only three hundred miles. That's just a hop, skip and a jump. What have I got going on next weekend?

Peace, Love, and Happiness. Dogpyle out.


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