I was amazed at how the bloom not only came off of that rose but that the plant turned into this bramble of angst and fatigue. I blame it on World of Warcraft in my case. After enduring wave after wave after wave of high-level Horde players raiding mid-level locations, my patience for my fellow online human beings dissolved rather quickly.
That’s sad, really. I remember meeting players in camps in Star Wars Galaxies where I ended up in nice, genuine conversations. Those times were pleasant. I remember fellow Rebel players appearing out of nowhere to help me with an assault on Imperials, followed by chatting and laughing. Times like that were great. Alas, that all faded away far too quickly for my liking.