Curse you, internet. I've found a new addiction, and it's called IMVU. I wish I hadn't stumbled across it, but I love it at the same time. It's an escape. There I can be thin and pretty and stylish-I can hide behind my avatar and meet people that only know me as a screen name. It's not that different from regular chat rooms except everything is animated in 3D. You can be who you want to be, dress and talk and act as you wish, and be free from the judgment of family and friends that refuse to allow you to be anything other than what they think you SHOULD be. Granted, a good deal of users are only there for cybersex but if you find the right chat room you can engage in intelligent conversation. But I found it strangely liberating...although I was at home in my pajamas, overweight, with an acne-ridden face and my hair poking out from my mini ponytail, I do not have to be that woman virtually. You can choose to be male or female, straight/gay/bisexual/whatever orientation you are committed to, black/white/asian/hispanic/green/purple/whatever. I tend to lean toward the gothic look, but that's something I abandoned in reality quite some time ago. My family enjoyed making fun of my Hot Topic outfits with the bondage straps and hooks and unnecessary metal bits. My "father" threatened to hang me from the ceiling and it creeped me out so much that I can never seem to forget the comment...or the look in his eyes.
So I rather enjoy this site, this place I can be myself freely and meet like-minded people. I can explore different lifestyles by befriending people that don't mind sharing their thoughts and feelings with curious folk like me. Maybe it's a little voyeuristic, but I enjoy it. I enjoy going on and letting my avatar express my feelings with no fear of it backfiring. I'm just sayin', IMVU is awesome-especially when I need someone to talk to.
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