Lately, I’ve been visiting many of my friend’s farms on Facebook Farmville. As I go from farm to farm I notice one horrifying thing; everyone has their Facebook Farmville farms arranged in nice neat orderly parcels. Plots of land are arranged in nice even squares or rectangles and the cows and chickens and sheep are all arranged by colors or shapes or in some other orderly and aesthetic pattern. Enough already!
My plan is to bring chaos to Farmville one farm at a time. Beginning with mine, you will find brown cows can run free with the ugly ducklings and the black sheep while the others, the normal varieties must be put in their boxes. It is ok for them to be in the boxes, really, they like boxes. I’m making a statement here. I hope you can hear it loud and clear.
Let’s talk for a second about acceptance. Sure it may seem cool that the ugly ducklings on Facebook Farmville farms can transform into beautiful swans but what does this say about us and how we accept others for who they are? I will not allow this to happen on my farm.
I don’t care if my ugly ducklings are glowing. That is just their inner beauty showing and I will not allow them to transform into something they are not. I want them to see that ugly and chaos can be beautiful and be proud of who they are. Maybe someday when they all accept that fact I will let them transform but then they will probably want to be in a box, too. I suppose I better start saving up my Farmville Facebook bucks in order to purchase more fencing. Or perhaps, an organized friend will send me a gift of fencing.
For a bit of fairness on my Facebook Farmville farm, I do let the chickens stand guard-unboxed. However, my visitors if they can read are warned. One sign clearly states “Beware the chickens are peckish.”
Lest anyone think that I am being overly critical or harsh, I want it to be known that I too fell into the trap of trying to create a nice and orderly Facebook Farmville farm. One day, as I was harvesting my crops and accruing FV points and money and contemplating visiting the market to buy a house, I had a thought. It was a small thought but it grew and grew the more I considered it. The thought was simply, “Why am I doing this?”
Perhaps, I considered, it was because as I looked out at my real farm I noticed the neglected gardens and I remembered the abrupt waking that morning from the crowing rooster.
Furthermore, I reasoned that I felt, at least on my Facebook Farmville farm I could actually control the weeds and harvest the crops and have animals that don’t wake me up at horrifyingly early hours. It was about control.
Something seemed very wrong with this assessment so I decided it needed to change. So my real farm is going to get some attention and become the nice orderly farm it should be and my Facebook Farmville farm is going to be chaos. Self induced reverse psychology at its finest.
Yes, I am also standing up for the misfits and I will quickly adopt any lonely cows, brown cows, black sheep or ugly ducklings. I will give them a home where they can flourish and be all they can be and accepted for who they are.
Furthermore, I will resist the urge to be orderly on my Facebook Farmville farm because I need order in my real life not so much in an online game. Will you join my Facebook Farmville revolution? Will you be a Facebook Farmville rebel or follow the patterns of logic and order? Either way, I accept you as you are, my friends.