Falling on my Sword in Second Life

Schmuck

So I did something stupid yesterday.  I admit I’m not perfect and I screw up with probably more regularity than I’d like to think but this time it affected somebody else and I felt lousy. I told one of my oldest SL friends what I had done and she recognized the gravity of my transgression however, she also laughed.
She explained that anybody who knew me would have expected it from me because that’s what I do.  I tend to “help” whether it’s requested or not.  sigh  Now I not only felt like a rotten person but one of those infuriatingly sincere but annoying volunteers at a hospital I used to have to visit.  This day was not getting any better.
I decided I had to perform some sort of ritual in order to imprint the commission of this particular crime on my subconscious so that I don’t repeat it.  I did some research on Sepuku and concluded that the full-blown traditional approach was probably not for me but I would tailor it somewhat.
First I searched my inventory for sword – not expecting anything but I thought it would be a good place to start.  It turns out I own swords.  In fact, for some reason I can’t explain, I own a lot of them.  I could only carry 3 and not for any distance – those suckers are heavy.

Xena who?

I spent considerable time designing what I thought would be a tasteful, solemn and fitting ceremony highlighting both my regret and my awareness of the extent of my shortcomings. I choreographed the steps I would take and wrote a suitably sincere and dramatic script that involved much soul baring and vows to mend my ways.  The conclusion of the entire thing was to be very moving and, I felt, would result in the expiation of my sins.  There would also be pain but that’s to be expected.
I then passed a lengthy period of time in meditation and contemplation.  I wanted to ensure that my mind was prepared for the task – I was not going to mess this up.
I headed out to a sim I felt gave me the proper backdrop for this type of endeavour and started to look for the right location.  It appears some renovations are taking place because there was a lot of rubble and odd gaps in trails and, as I struggled to carry my swords over the broken terrain, I tripped.  That’s correct, I spent hours preparing for a ceremony that was very important to me and then did the inworld equivalent of running with scissors.
I guess that falling on your sword is easier to do than I thought.  I will try to remember the lesson even if the process didn’t turn out as expected.

Dignity?  What dignity?
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  1. At least there's not ten of them poking out of your back. ;)-ls/cm

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  2. @Crap Yay! A silver lining! *grin*

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