Dear ourWorld: An open breakup letter to ourWorld from Donny Pie

An Open Breakup Letter To OurWorld

Dear my beloved ourWorld,

I’m so sorry you have to find this out in a letter, but after everything we’ve been through, I just couldn’t handle doing it face-to-face.  I won’t beat around the bush or lead you on, but it’s over.  I would tell you that I’m sorry, but the harsh truth is, I’m not. And I won’t give you some corny excuse, like “It’s not you — it’s me,” because the even harsher truth is that it is you.

You’re just not the same ourWorld I fell in love with.  You’ve changed, and it’s not for the better.  Lately, you’ve been strutting around, banning all my friends and telling me to obey you, and if I don’t, then I can just fuck right off.  It’s extremely disrespectful and, to be perfectly frank, insulting.  You aren’t the magical God’s gift to gamers that you think you are, and I think it’s high time I put my foot down and showed you that I have some uncrossable boundaries.

I can’t take your rampant jealousy anymore.  Those times you came home drunk and bellowed out so that the whole internet could hear you that you would be kicking me out if I didn’t do as you say … it was beyond embarrassing.  When you were asleep the next day, everyone on the boardwalk came over to find out if what you said was true, and I couldn’t even begin to defend you.  They couldn’t believe you gave me that kind of bizarre ultimatum — that if I wanted to be with you, I had to accept and welcome your emotional abuse against me.

And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your other jealous outbursts and attempts to lock me down. It was only a few weeks ago that you were demanding that I sign-in once per day to make sure I wasn’t cheating on you.  And if I went to messenger, you wanted me to sign-in once every hour to make sure I was only loyal to you.  You said if you didn’t receive that sign-in, you’d just kill yourself and take away all my flow. What the hell?! It was beyond ridiculous. And yes, I am well aware that you finally came to your senses and took it back, but the damage had already been done.

I understand you’ve been through some pretty bad relationships in the past.  You’ve had so many people hurt you and use you — taking from you and never giving back. But I’m not one of those people, and I don’t deserve to be treated as if I am. You’re acting as if you’re a prize that I have to earn, but nothing could be further from the truth.  I invited you into my condo, not the other way around.  I supported you by giving you so much of my hard-earned time and money.  My ourWorld kids loved you so much, they gave you their time and money as well. But this new you … you look at us all like we’re out to screw you over the first chance we get.

We are not criminals. We are an ourWorld family who loved you.

I wish we still did. But you make it so hard, demanding more and more of us every time we try to get closer to you. It got so bad that at one point you wouldn’t even let me hang out with my friends without demanding some form of payment in return. That isn’t healthy in any relationship, and I just can’t live like that anymore.

It’s like that song says: “If you like it, you should put 69 rings on it. And maybe crow wings or vampire teeth and some shit.”

Again, yes, you did eventually lighten up on that rule, but sometimes changes are just too little, too late. What happens if I give in and invest myself in this relationship, and six months into it you decide to change all the rules again? I cannot feed your insatiable greed anymore. And I can’t take the chance that somewhere down the line you won’t just slip back into your paranoid ways, accuse me of cheating, and lock the whole condo down under your iron grip.

In the interest of honesty, I think it’s only fair that I tell you this before you find out from someone else … I have been seeing another virtual world game. Not just a random stranger, but one of your relatives. ourWorld, I’m sorry, but I’ve rekindled my old relationship with IMVU.

Before you even say it, yes, I know that IMVU has flaws and demands of its own. But IMVU never tries to be something it’s not. It never treats me like a criminal. It is up front with its demands, and at the very least, I respect that. And let’s face it, it is so much stronger than you. Not to mention its liberal lack of inhibitions. Just the other day, I role-played with eight other people. We played all night long, baby, and it felt soooo good. Know how much it cost us? Not a goddamn thing. No fees, no shitty offers, no memberships. Just us, a game, and the frantic mashing of buttons and keys, so hard.

I’m sorry, I know that’s mean. I shouldn’t have rubbed it in like that. It’s hard to not be mad at you after all you’ve put me through, but I just really hope that you’re able to treat the next person you find with respect and dignity. There are literally millions of people out there who want to love you … if you let them. They are willing to take you in and care for you. They’re willing to give you a home and money and attention. But I promise you that if you go into that relationship assuming that they can’t live without you, they will very quickly — like me — show you that they can.

So this is goodbye, ourWorld. I genuinely wish you the best. Take care of yourself. If you ever decide you’re tired of living life in the fast lane and want to slow down, trim off some of your monetary demands, ditch your current moderators, and just hang out with normal, everyday people, give me a call.  Until then, I’ll be butt-fucking IMVU.

With Love,
Donny Pie