I left my World of Warcraft guild of over a year today, and I am miserable. I left as a result in the latest altercation with another longstanding guildie with whom I have had multiple clashes. For some reason, today’s perceived aggression when I was just being exuberant about my beloved Eagles was the last straw. That being said, I am very, very sad.
These folks have been better friends to me than I ever realized. They have played with me, joked with me, and some of them have eaten and slept in my home. When I log on now I am in a friend’s tiny bank-alt guild so that people don’t see an unguilded 80 rogue and think I’m a tiny ninja, but I am alone.
I never realized how much I took my guild for granted. I am at a loss for how to scrape up a good group. Guildcraft and Gatherer are out, and there’s no guild calendar. I hit the guild website in my usual websurfing rotation, only to remember that I didn’t have access anymore. I had a question about a skill in another class, and I had no one to ask. And yes, for better or for worse, there is no guildchat to keep me company.
So yes, I regret leaving. I made the choice because I didn’t know what else to do with a repeating situation. I’d like to return if things are better, but the guild is so good that leaving carries with it a penalty – a real chance of no return. We – they – prize civility over all else, and drama isn’t civil. The officers would have to decide it is worthing having their stabby [Prime Gnome] back. And I would have to feel like I wasn’t going to get attacked anymore without recourse. It’s a lot to ask. I’m hope to ask soon.
I need to get a tissue, I think.
Playing With My Weiner 