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It was not so long ago; I was in high school. I was the kind of person who would read a book during the break instead of socialize with others or play sports (except for when one of my few friends would come pay me a visit in my little corner at the science lab once in a while). During most of those years I was addicted to Ragnarok Online. My friends kept telling me that, and I don't know if they really understood that I was aware of that fact. There was not much I could (or wanted) to do, since RO was one of the very few things that I enjoyed doing at that time. As Leonard from The Big Bang Theory once said, people with little sense of achievement in real life are easily susceptible to virtual world additions. And that was it: besides being loved on the online world for my website and my childish flame wars, the only thing I was proud of was my academic standing (which very few people used to truly appreciate). I remember being enormously joyful when Hanna Morris was praised, and disgracefully depressed when she was condemned. But I still refuse to call that phase a waste, since it nested the birth many of the good characteristics I have today.
One cold morning, just like any other in the short Brazilian winter, I decided once again not to go to school, so that I could stay home playing RO. I knew that could bring me trouble, since the day before I did the same thing and my mom didn't really appreciate it. I ignored my alarm and stayed in bed without making any plan to escape my mother's disapproval. Only when hearing her footsteps coming down the wooden stairs that I remembered I should do something. Without a better idea, I simply hid my backpack in my drawer and myself into the closet. Obviously, my mom sensed something was wrong and came to my bedroom to verify. For some reason she was having loud thoughts, and I could follow her logic. She noticed the washroom unusually dry (and I never go to school without showering); then, she found my keys on top of the computer table (and she knows I never forget them at home). Finally, she opened my drawer and found my backpack there, concluding her theory that I hadn't gone to school. Maybe she thought I had run away from home or something, because she didn't expect to find me inside the closet when she opened the doors to check if my clothes were there. She was surprised for just about 5 seconds, before she got angry and started requesting answers I didn't have. She took me to school that day, and told my father what I had done (which led to an uncomfortable talk with the man I rarely got in touch with). After that, I started elaborating much better plans to skip classes (and finally never got caught again).
That story has nothing to do with the fact that I bought myself a Nintendo Game Cube when I came to Canada in 2004 with my high school, but for some reason both these thoughts were tormenting my mind just minutes ago. I thought about coming to post them, just so I make sure they will never go away. I really do miss having inspiration to log more events of my life in here.
SeeYa,
Feliploko, who's addicted to RO again.
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