Oh The Places You Will Go...

Day 698, 20:22 Published in Malaysia Republic of China (Taiwan) by Dekona Rodriguez

... The things that you will see, I still remember Dr. Suess and all of his sayings, partially because he has the same birthday as my mom (I on the other hand instinctively can roundhouse kick and be an evil mastermind because I share a birthday with Osama Bin Laden and Chuck Norris), but this is beside the point.
Recently I was deleting my messages, which I never do, so I decided to do it slowly and look at the names of the people and maybe read the occasional conversation. I began thinking about the people I talked to, where I was in erepublik and real life at the time, and what we were talking about. I noted all the different people and types of people I talked to, some of these relationships went from a simple "Hello" or "How is Mexico?" to what feels to be a real friendship. I see various chats about orgs and plans that either failed miserably or succeeded against all odds. I talked to small people before they became great and powerful, even presidents, I talked to n00bz that died within weeks, I talked to enemies and perverts I swear, I carried on conversations with some erepublik demigods. Most surprising is when I would click on a profile and find a good friend dead. In some cases this would make me sad, most of the people I talked to I never had a problem with and even those who I had problems with I was able to turn the situation around later.
I just love talking to people erepublik, someone with chronic depression (such as I) may find it hard to express his feeling in real life without being brought up on a criminal charge, but I find just talking to people here relieves my anger/sadness, people are impersonal enough that they can know all about your life and not be able to tell your secrets to those who pertain to your life, but it is personal enough that you feel that someone actually cares about you. I'm not saying that erepublik is the only reason that I am not hanging from the rafters of my ceiling by a thick rope, or have a spoon shoved in my heart (funny story I tried to stab myself with a spoon), but I am saying it helps and it's just nice.
Whether I need a shrink or to laugh, or just to escape how much I think my life sucks at times erepublik has always (well within the past few months) been there for me, and I want to thank everyone who listens to me and actually read this article despite its lack of boobies. I just wanted you all know what you mean to me. 😉

May God bless you all!