My Home Life: Sarcastic Revelation

Hi, boys and girls!

Tonight, I am going to unleash a tale, that lies within my time spent in Home. In fact, this tale began earlier tonight. Consider it a bedtime story, if you want. Although, before you read, I should make a note of what you won’t find in this tale, even though some of it would have made things better.

What’s Not Included In This Story:

Decapitations, mutilations, big and hairy beastie slay-age, anvils being dropped on others, strong language, adult content, zombies, unicorns, sword fights, monsters in the closet or under the bed, fire breathing dragons, trolls, leprechauns, witch craft, gladiators, pirates, ghosts, love, flirting, banshees, princess trapped in the tower, psycho killers, clowns, and gnomes.

If you think of anything else, chances are it didn’t make it in here, either.

Now, let’s get on with it…

I took a trip to the mall, tonight. Sadly, it wasn’t for shopping. Instead, I was visiting a new friend, I recently gained. Once inside the mall, I did a bit of searching for my friend, then realized he must be doing some shopping, since I couldn’t find his flashing name anywhere in sight. So I casually sat down on one of the benches and went in my wardrobe to change. After I selected my outfit for the time being, I left my wardrobe and found my friend standing near the bench I was sitting in, talking to a friend of his.

About a minute went by and I decided to go with a different outfit. I put on my Silver Hoop Earrings, Billabong - Kelly Dress, White Heals from Threads, and went with the Vanessa Hairstyle. That turned out looking like this…



When I left my wardrobe, my friend’s friend instantly started ragging on what my avatar was wearing. He told me the shoes were all wrong and the earrings were horrible. Of course, I didn’t really give a rat’s behind what his opinion was. In fact, I thought it was rather rude, that he couldn’t give me a simple “Hello!”, before acting like a total butt hole and insulting my style. I also found it a bit sad, that he couldn’t realize Home isn’t real and people can dress their avatar however they want.

Sure, I could have been mean and played his game, by telling him that his avatar looked like the Crypt Keeper, from Tales From The Crypt, trying to do his best Fabio impression, but I didn’t want to make the little man cry. I was trying to be decent and civil.

Instead, I found myself giggling over what a cow he was having and told him in the nicest way possible, “I didn’t ask for your opinion and you can go to hell, if you don’t like my style.”. Of course, the worst he could tell me was, “You must be a guy, since you don’t know how to dress.”, and also went on mumbling about something being fake. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was saying, as it didn’t make much sense. He only used ‘FAKE”, followed by two 3 word sentences. Then he was gone.

My friend seemed caught off guard by the outburst from his friend, but giggled about it along with me.

So I came to the startling revelation, that I must be a guy, if someone does not like my style. There really can’t be any other logical explanation. And I mean that with the most sincerest form of sarcasm, that I can muster.

The End

Moral of the story: If people can’t see past your pixels, then they need to get out of their mom’s basement and take a walk in the real world.

Until next time, my friends!