This Place

Day 2,275, 05:20 Published in United Kingdom United Kingdom by Ayame Crocodile

This place is a prison, these people are not your friends. They're the prefects of this institution, welcoming peddlers of our mutual self destruction.

We come to eRepublik seeking release and liberation from our realities yet in doing so we enter into a false reality where once more the barriers to liberty are enshrined in the fabric of it's being, in fact more so than in the world outside, instead of law makers, courts and fiscal reality we have surrounded ourselves with unaltering mechanics, party lines and charicaturisation of our essences as people.

Searching for a world in which our opinions, emotions and desires can have a transformative effect we are confronted with a 2D cell. Upon realising this we seek the same solice as in the natural reality; that of human relations. For many this is seen as the only important element of eRep, where the encroachment of admins fleecing us of real world wealth can not touch us and friendships can flourish, Yet we pay a far higher price for this 'freedom'. We willingly give our own creativity and being in exchange for new shackles, our networks of relations are merely webs of chains.

We are tied down emotionally, investing ourselves in projects of distraction, rather than applying our abilities towards improving the real situations that led us here we dig deeper and in so doing we perpetuate the distress and feelings of helplessness that already sheperded us into this pen.

"Unconciously, we're tempted to indulge in such negative emotions that are unresolved from our past. Unwittingly, we recreate and recycle these familiar, painful feelings through the events and situations of our everyday lives."

This is how we are so willing to accept the dictates of others on our gameplay, be they the admins or the few who feel they have an impact by making choices within the game for many others (though there are other more complex factors at work the basic motivation for these few is conciously to have influence and grandeur whilst subconciously having a desire to relinquish responsibility, to be led and dominated themselves.). Were we to be brutally honest with ourselves we would have accepted the futility of seeking solace and enjoyment here long ago but the desire to refute our own self destructive nature and unresolved issues leaves us seeking just another hit, a few more hours of blissfull ignorance of reality.

I do not seek to preach or play a holier than thou card. Often my writing here is a purely cathartic experience of self examination, as the old adage goes "we dislike in others what we see in ourselves". If anyone is guilty of this refusal to accept the confines and self harming nature of what can only be called emotional addiction, it is me.

Within myself is a desire to relive feelings of abandonment, rejection and helplessness from childhood. The unconcious attempts to go through these over and over manifest themselves in some obvious ways; My desire to rock the boat, anger at others for dictation while it is merely enacting their own opinions as opposed to mine, a desire for recognition which ultimately is a search for rejection and of course my continual returning to this place.

For years I've known that the only way to head towards liberation and self fulfillment within eRep is to escape it, This has and always will be true, we only continue because we secretly love the continual struggle and strife.

In saying this I still seek to break out of this two dimensional prison and to become once more a three dimensional person, yet I accept the addiction which pulls me in. Until I and you turn our efforts toward our real struggles we will be here. When anyone leaves this place, rather than feeling loss, we should enjoy the knowledge that they have realised the greater satisfaction of a material reality. Too often we cling emotionally to the knees of others when they mention deleting their account, we become the alcoholic's friend offering them just one last drink and it's only causing us all more harm than good in the long run.