Picturesque XXVII
Occurred: 2/3/02
Written: 2/3/02My period of official punishment is finally over, or is it? Mother has finally set things straight, at least for her: from now on, I am allowed tow hours on the computer (as in gaming) and/or the Internet. I am secretly glad of such a time-frame has been achieved, as it takes time to set up any worthwhile role-play that is connected to my ‘RiftWar’ or my friend Jackson’s recently launched prequel-campaign to his own wildly successful Shadair campaign.
And yet, the transition shall be difficult. Yes, perhaps I have an addiction to the Internet, but considering that I rarely have reason or invitations to “go out,” I would think such an “addiction” is understandable. In any event, this lack of Internet most certainly will not increase my chances.
I have not fully found out or understood why I was even punished in the first place, for I am sure there was more to my mother’s decision than just a lack of tending to laundry. I suppose I will never find out or understand the reason now; why bother asking when things seem to have bowled over anyway?
One online friend suggests that my mother had been trying to limit my time for a while (which is true) and this laundry problem was a simple scapegoat. Such makes sense, but I took it as a given that my mother was above such ploys; I guess I was wrong. Goodness, she even once said that she did not trust me, despite having taken care of my laundry, Duke’s backyard presents, and tidied my room. Can one be more hurtful?
I am down to two hours of daily Internet access. I am not entirely happy with this, but, as I often say: “take what you can, when you can, and make do with what you have.”
