World of Warcrap

Rik is playing World of Warcraft. I could join him, but do I really want to run around in a virtual world, honing my virtual skills. I could pretend to hunt and make-believe that I can cook. Hmmm, let me think about that… No. But since I do have the option, I should quit my bitching and just let him play.

I have to admit that I’m starting to get intrigued by the whole thing. It’s an amazing looking game. But the first night that Rik entered this virtual world, he didn’t come out until the wee hours of the morning. I had a not a so wee reaction. Quite frankly, I was pissed.

Sunday, November 27.
It’s 3:52 AM, and for the first time in our short marriage, Rik and I are entering completely opposite cycles of the day. I’ve lapped him so to speak. He hasn’t been to bed yet and I’m getting up. Did I really marry a man who will sacrifice sleep, health, relaxation to play computer games?

I swear that ferkin computer keeps him up. He’s wired; it’s tampering with his brain waves. Instead of yawning (a healthy sign that it’s time for beddy-bye) his jaw clenchs; his shoulders lurch forward and his eyes bug out. It’s whack crack that thing.

I’m fuming, and for what? Sadly, I kinda like this anger, it gives me energy. I guess drama is my drug. It’s the dark side giving me the force. I know that this is not a great thing, or even close to a good thing, but gosh-darn-it, anger is very exciting.

Rik just crawled into bed. I looked into his bugged-out eyes and “ewwed” with utmost disgust. I was unkind, but seriously, his eyes are brimming with blood. He told me that I have very little compassion and he walked out. My plan backfired, he’s back online. We begin to messenger back and forth. It’s actually a very effective way to deal with our conflict. Rik explains that his eyes are bloodshot because of all the exercise (he’s a clever man, but I’m too stubborn to swallow his whoey).