Last night I actually interacted at length with a real person while playing World of Warcraft. Seriously! Thomas and I have played with a coworker of his, but this was someone I’ve never met IRL before. I met him Monday night when I was getting killed about 8 times by ravagers, but I was barely civil, because, um, GETTING KILLED ABOUT 8 TIMES BY FREAKIN’ RAVAGERS. Plus it was getting late and I was trying to wrap it up. Thomas had started over as a night elf and was leveling up to meet me somewhere.
So last night, Thomas was adventuring with two people he’d met (and whom I’m joining tonight, because they need a healer–I’m an 11th level draenei shaman). This guy messages me again, asking me if I’m still getting killed. I was in the midst of cleaning out a cave full of wrathscale nagas, and having a pretty easy job of it, so I was able to chat some. He’s a couple of levels above me, also a draenei shaman, and has played for a couple of years. He ended up helping me find a jewelcrafter trainer in the Exodar so I could gain that profession, and gave me some scrolls.
I was proud of myself for interacting, but it’s more stressful than just playing. T said the same thing when he came upstairs to check on me. All in all, I think my therapist might approve.
Hey, it’s not like I’m Codex.