As if my first life were not problematic enough, I have taken on another. No, I have not embarked on a crusade of salvation as delineated by my personality type. I have joined an online community called Second Life. Second Life is a virtual reality that allows you to look any way you like and create anything you want out of thin air, just like a cartoon character pulling a stick of dynamite from behind its back. Your avatar interacts with the avatars of other people, and the whole thing is like being in a three-dimensional chat room.

The only point to the experience seems to be running around and showing off your adeptness at creating unique objects. As I am not adept at creating unique objects, no one seems to want to talk to me.

Just what I need as I turn twenty-four: to relive my high school years.