Jov sez: On Raiding, Burnout, and The BlahsJanuary 19, 2010
I apologize, this post isn’t going to be anything along the lines of normal Snarkcraft content. It’s going to be a wee peek inside the life and status of Jov’s player. Also, it’s my blog and I’ll be emo if I want to.
First off, the admission: I’ve not really been playing Jov much anymore. For the past several months, I’ve been logging Jov in to raid, do occasional laps of the upper reaches of Northrend to fund my Frostwyrm habit and… that’s about it. Various things conspired against me, from current content, lack of ability to take a break, to computer issues. WoW had lost it’s sparkle, and had become a job.
I raided. I blogged. I modded. I strong-armed the cats on the healing team. I spent hours discussing recruitment, drama, and the general aggravation that comes with every family; when you love the people around you, but sometimes you just want to strangle them.
In August, I told Seri I was thinking about quitting.
I held out, though. I kept a “this too shall pass” attitude that I’ve mentioned I held toward ToC, ICC and previous raids in past expansions. I love mah peeps, and I wouldn’t trade that bunch of losers for the world.
But time went on… and on… and on. Things got harder, and real life stress reared it’s ugly head. (You can ask Seri how well I deal with stress. I’m probably one of the most neurotic people on the planet. Let me tell you, I can lose some shit.) In December, I did just that. I told Seri that when my sub expired at the end of January, I was gone. At that point, it wasn’t even an issue of WoW anymore. Holidays left me under a lot of stress; WoW wasn’t cutting it as a stress reliever. It was just one more job.
As is probably obvious by the fact I’m here typing this as opposed to flittering off into the nether (or wherever bloggers go to die), the turning of the calendar changed my perspective a bit. Well, that and Seri’s figurative clinging to my leg screaming “DON’T LEAVE ME WITH THESE REJECTS!” does a lot for a person. (>.> Okay, I made that last bit up. She was thinking it, though.) I have been playing WoW more; it has been a stress relief. Just… not my priest. Not any of my healers, actually.
Thanks to the wonder of server and faction transfer, my hunter (third character, long ignored due to being on another server and alliance) is now decked in heirlooms and whoring herself in lfg. And… it’s fun. I’m having more fun than I’ve had in a long time. There’s zero stress. There’s negative stress. I can put exactly as much effort into it as I feel like, and we’re not going to have a corpse run if I look away from the screen for a second.
But don’t worry, this isn’t going to be the rogue and hunter blog. I’ve still plenty of priest crap to talk about. Next week, I’ve a lovely post lined up about healing ICC at 2fps. >.<