The End

When you have more fun in a mediocre pug ICC25 than on guild runs, something is wrong. I really did try my best to get motivated and be positive about guild runs, but I just couldn't drag myself through it anymore. I came to realize that my sense of loyalty and duty was misplaced in this situation. Sure, I could try again to find an ideal guild that's both serious about progression and serious about maturity, friendliness and fun... but it just doesn't seem worth the effort. Maybe things will be different in Cataclysm, but right now I don't think I'd find anything other than disappointment.

Part of me felt a pull to transfer back to Emerald Dream, where I could mess around with silly achievements and chat with all my old friends there, maybe go to an occasional raid if I really had the time and desire, but not commit myself. But the angel on my shoulder told me that I should use this opportunity to quit WoW altogether and do something productive, like join a gym or study Spanish or work on the vegetable garden or go to social events or a million other things that raiding doesn't give me time for. I debated for several days between a $55 faction/server transfer or a $0 delete.

My druid has 175 days played and my priest has 45. That's a significant portion of my adult life - and it doesn't count the hours I spent offline, doing mechanics research or reading blogs, having forum discussions or vent meetings when I was a GM. How can a person just walk away from such a big time investment?

I managed to galvanize myself by spending $500 on a GRE prep course and typing out "delete" for both my 80s. Preparing for graduate school wins.