Perceptions upon reading

I, too, have been mulling...especially since I've read the written output of the group since January (took awhile to get through it all). I wish I had started with you....took the road trips, bemoaned the Valentines, suffered the relationships which came bubbling to the surface.  Instead, I'm late to the party and, with no ears,  must rely on my vision only. I love Reese's descriptions of how her day starts with her friends and the chats. I wish that were me, but I'm out here and out of the loop and late to start. I'm like the lag on DMT.  Such a nuisance.  But, I put up with the lag rather than risk leaving the game and being shut out!.
And, so, I hope you'll put up with me because half the game here is better than nothing.  I do wish the Voice chat were more accessible to me.

Anyway, I was remembering back to when I met you and the perceptions I had of you, before we were friends. Please don't judge my perceptions too harshly...they came from an uninformed place and an innately suspicious mind.

I don't trust the face value of the profiles or statements people make about themselves. I, myself, am brutally honest but I suspect everyone else is lying, fibbing, scamming or in some other way being dishonest.  It is simply the way I see the world. So, a place like the internet where all is hidden behind phony names and pictures, seems a treacherous place to hang out. But, once I started playing a game, a drawing game, I began to see a different reality. But, I still had my suspicions and my curiosity.  So, I picked up on any little clue that surfaced in order to suss out the real lives of the fakers I was playing with. Forgive me.

My first friend was Logica. A young high school kid with great art ability. She was my time zone. I could count on her being on line in between classes and at lunch. We didn't chat, just had fun drawing...then came Melsnik.  She started every draw with a llama, in a boat, skiing, rollerblading, modeling a bikini! She had a great sense of humor. I say 'she' in both these cases but, I was only sure about Logica... her photo was candid and female.  Mels talked about knitting and there were lots of pictures of knitted llamas. But, I still have my doubts. In my mind, I sometimes picture a large beer-gutted gentleman with his knitting needles in front of his computer screen. And, then came Shellfish.  She was the first to share extra info. First it was art and trading pictures thru email and then came chat with her.  She told me stuff about the other players and just like that I was back in high school. Names, ages, relationships, the back stories, the intrigue...it was amazing and all there...kinda like real life!

And, then there was Barnacle Boy. He was in the waiting area and watched a room take me on for being too old, or a pedophile, or something.  It was a bullying, and I took it. He friended me after that and I was grateful. And fascinated.  His art was something and he seemed to choose my room as often as I chose his. And, the humor.  I laughed with him for the first time in years. From his art I knew he was older than the kids.  I had run into few who knew what vinyl records were. He did. When I mentioned an old TV show, movie, or song lyric, he knew it. He was very special. And, a talker.

Then came Trux to be with Barnaby.  Trux didn't like me.  I didn't know enough to honor him with time, no guessing, quiet.  But, being dumped out of the room a few times taught me the lesson and I got to watch him/her work the room. I think he's a man but the only one I ever met who writes 'hee hee' to giggle. In fact, the guys don't talk much but women are very chatty.

So, I knew Rosie was a woman right away...and her humor!  And then I watched her and Vainglorious (I think it was her) get into a very funny bit with vaginas one night.... It was funny and racy but...when I saw both their names in a chat room for gay and lesbians, I figured that's who she was...and I was having fun with the guys. Especially fun were Guess My Sketch and JC McLovin (there was no way that was his real picture...maybe an old Bing Crosby studio photo).  They were playing the game with new themes and suggestive images...satire happens when you know the subject very well. This was a whole new level...

And, now I'm here with Reese (bless her) and the Real Rosie (hooray) and JC (himself!). And, I just read almost everything they've written since January!  And, I'm shocked!  If I didn't know better I would think they are real! But, I know better...Reese is a corporate executive who oversees the drawing rooms watching for bad behavior,  and Rosie is a twenty year old novelist running potential story lines past her adoring public (us) and JC is a retired rock star who wishes he had stayed with Mick Jagger when he had the chance. Right?  How did I ever get here?