The Weirdness of People in Second Life

 For the past couple of days, I’ve been wondering why people in Second Life are so weird.

Not in a funny way.
Not in a “haha, that’s quirky” kind of way.

Just… weird.

The kind of weird that makes you stop and think, what is actually going on here?

A couple of days ago, I went to a very popular beach in Second Life.

I already knew how it would go.
No one talks to me.
I sit there for hours.
I do something else on my computer while I just… exist.

That’s usually how it is.

But this time, something different happened.

I actually met someone.

And at first, it was nice.
We had a really pleasant interaction.
There was curiosity, a bit of connection… that feeling of discovering someone new.

And then it shifted.

In the middle of all of that, he started saying things like he wanted to be my dad.

That he felt protective of me.
That he wanted to take care of me.

And I remember thinking… okay.

I told him straight.
I’m not looking for a dad.
You can be caring and protective without me having to call you that.

But it didn’t stop there.

Because what he was really hinting at was something else entirely.

That I would be his daughter…
while still being in a relationship with him.

That was the first blow.

I remember thinking to myself…

please, please, please… don’t be one of those weird people. Please.

I kind of just brushed it off, what he was saying.

I tried to look past it.

We met again the day after.
And one thing led to another, and we had a good time.

And then he came back online in the middle of the night.

He said he couldn’t sleep.

I don’t even remember exactly how we got into it, but he started asking me why I like going to certain hotels in Second Life.

And I just told him the truth.
I like going to hotels because it’s nice.

And it didn’t stop there.

At one point, he asked if we could couple dance.

And then he asked me if I could stand up from my wheelchair so we could do it properly.

And I just sat there thinking…

if I stood up from my wheelchair,
that would defeat the entire purpose of me having one.

So I told him no.

I told him that if I dance,
I dance by going around in circles on the dance floor—

because that’s how I dance in real life.

And that’s when it really clicked for me.

Because underneath what he was saying…

he was asking me to be someone I’m not.
To change something fundamental about myself,
just to fit him better.

That was the second blow.

And then came the third and final blow.

He asked if I would be with someone else while he watched.

And that’s where my complete disconnection happened.

I said no, because that creates drama.

I know you like drama in your Second Life, but I don’t.

And he immediately pushed back.

“What makes you think I like drama?”

And I said… because it literally says so in your profile.
Under role-play.

And then he goes—

“Well, that’s just role-play. That’s where we make up storylines.”

And I just sat there.

Thinking…

okay… so you’re different people depending on your mood.

And by that point, I had already disconnected.

So I didn’t respond to that.

Because to me, that way of thinking feels like a kind of detachment.

Like you can just step in and out of things without them meaning anything.

And maybe that works for some people.

But for me…

If you start treating Second Life like that,
like something you can switch on and off depending on what you feel like that day—

then everything becomes a joke.

You see, for me, Second Life is a virtual world.

It’s just like real life…
just in a different form.

So I don’t get people that roleplay.

I don’t get it, because I don’t do that.

I just exist.

I’m me, 1,000% of the time.

I don’t put on a persona for other people to like me.
And I never will.

And then there’s the way some people talk.

Or text.

In third person.

And I just sit there thinking…

what are you doing?

Because to me, that doesn’t feel natural.
It doesn’t feel real.

It feels like you’re stepping away from yourself.
Like you’re turning yourself into a character instead of just… being a person.

And that’s where I disconnect.

No matter how much I like you,
or dislike you,
or whatever—

I disconnect.

Because for me,
you’re being something other than yourself.

I haven’t seen this guy in a couple of days now.

And honestly… it doesn’t bother me.

Because the moment things started going in that direction, I was already pulling away.

The first step was when he started talking about me being his daughter while still being in a relationship with him.

That alone was enough to make me stop and think.

And then the second step was when he asked me to stand up from my wheelchair so we could dance.

And the third step…

was when he asked me if I would be with someone else while he watched.

That’s when I fully disconnected.

Completely.

And what makes it even more frustrating is that I actually have it written in my profile.

Under my pics section.

It clearly says absolutely not.

So what he was hinting at…
is something I’ve already made very clear I’m not okay with.

Which means he didn’t read my profile properly.

And okay, I get it—
some people only read the first part.

But still.

Why would you ask someone that?

Why would you go there without even knowing where they stand?

Because to me…
that’s not normal behavior.

This is why I stay to myself.

Because every time I try to start a conversation with someone,
it eventually leads to the same thing.

They can’t stay on my level of thinking.

Something always gets twisted.
Something always goes off.

And I just sit there wondering why I even tried.

So at some point, you start asking yourself—

why would I invest my time and energy into that?

And then it turns into a bigger question.

Do normal people even exist anymore?

Normal people…
without all the weird tendencies.
Without the weird sexual behavior.

Where are they?

Where are the normal people from before social media?
From back in the day?

Where the fuck did they go?