Well that just seems unlikely!

Sometimes I'm just overwhelmed by how often my life is hilariously similar to a sitcom. More frequently than I'd like to admit, I'm comically unlucky, or find myself in situations that just aren't probable. It follows, then, that I probably should have expected to be molested on Second Life. I probably should've expected getting lost in Second Life-- not finding my way even in a virtual world, mapped out for my convenience. I probably should've expected the fact that Second Life would not be even the least bit like regular life. I probably should not have expected to like it. 

I entered the world somewhat cautiously, and by cautiously I mean I had no choice to be cautious since I had no idea what I was doing. I quickly discovered that Second Life is one of the least user-friendly programs I have ever used. It could be just that I'm not too apt at virtual worlds, but I found it difficult to do even the simplest things. I couldn't find my way around, I couldn't maneuver my field of vision correctly, and most embarrassingly, I couldn't figure out how to sit. I hovered awkwardly around a chair for about five minutes before giving up and choosing a new endeavor. I decided that since sitting was apparently too challenging, I should try and converse with others. It occurred to me that this, rather than scoring points, was the point of Second Life, and that I should at least give it a chance. Even though I innately find chat scenarios to be creepy, since I know I'm never going to meet the mystery-chatter in person (I'd like to keep my kidneys, thanks), I gave the chat experience a chance. I wandered around a little platform area that seemed inescapable, and spoke to the few people that were loitering ominously around. I talked to one, who spoke back to me in Spanish. Ooo! A language challenge! I talked to him for a while until he naturally began to make me uncomfortable, and then moved on to the next person, who... talked to me in Spanish? Well, well that's odd! Apparently I had landed myself in Spanish Life. I became slightly frustrated, (because even though I speak Spanish and enjoy practicing, I'm not as fluent as I'd like to be) then more so when I had so much difficulty controlling my character. It may seem like I'm being a bit harsh on this virtual world, but to be perfectly honest, I'm an achiever, and to be on the computer without serving anything that can be construed as a purpose seems silly to me. 

Perhaps in the future when I sign on, I'll have one of my friends guide me to places where I might find decent, and perhaps even English-speaking company. Then again, (though I hate to be negative) I really just don't feel like Second Life is for me.