I've decided to post some thoughts, not all are my own and I did not cite specific posters as I have been reading the forums since my (let’s call it an “episode” shall we?) “episode” after 5.04 came out. Some of the postings I have found caused me to shudder over the state of public education in the United States, and some have had a tremendously positive effect on my opinions. Like what my father said to me when I went to college, in forums you will meet the best of the best and the worst of the worst.
I was initially browsing these forums looking for people who wanted to QQ and rant in the way that I was QQing and ranting because as they say, misery loves company: "My rogue is broken" "I can’t kill squishy cloth wearers, and plate wearers are two shotting me whenever my newly nerfed stealth ability fails” I was prepared to vent hatred and bile under the auspices of Blizzard screwing up my rogue: QQ, piss, whine, moan, grief, rant, /slit wrist...you get the point.
The forums changed my mind:
Concerning my talent tree and all the "customization" that I used to have in Cata...I was reluctantly educated from some very gifted players/posters here and forced to acknowledge the unthinkable: I never really had class specialization or the ability to customize under the cata talent trees. I thought I did, but what i thought was specialization was in reality just putting *one* talent point in a skill not suggested by Noxxic. I was generic sub rogue number 424232 in a sea of generic sub rogues. I was as special as a herring in a net. When 5.04 was released...I logged in, hit my first squishy mage for a back-stab registering 2400 damage, blew all my cds, and hadn't even dropped his shield. I promptly proceeded to lose my freaking mind. If I had a tumor, I would name it "Panda". How I hate Pandas, their association with the 5.04 patch and subsequent nerfing of my beloved rogue. I hated Kung-Fu, China, international trade, and was developing a healthy disdain for anything even peripherally related to monks. I considered writing letters to David Carradine to let him know how much his Kung-Fu show in the 70’s blew. (I didn’t know he was dead because when it was on the news I was busy wiping in Firelands.) How I wanted to tear tufts of hair from the Panda’s fluffy faces. I wanted to murder scores of their fat “Zen” preaching cubs. I wanted to purge Pandaria, Azeroth, and the city zoo of everything furry (except you know, actual "Furries" because that would be discriminatory and against the user agreement of the forums and also have the inadvertent effect of causing Goldshire on the RP servers to become a barren wasteland.) I wanted to be Deathwing, but without all the over acted voice-overs and stereotypical Justice League evil villain monologues. I wanted to make people cry. But the worst thing about the entire “episode” was that I was completely impotent, and I knew it. I had been digitally neutered. I would likely get face-rolled by the first level 20 Panda monk that I clumsily and ineffectually pseudo-stealth up on.
/rage/rage/QQ/spit/yell at my cat/develop a drug problem
Today, I realize that this emotional response was because I am conflicted and up until this morning, in a state of crisis. I do not know which talents to pick, nobody can assure me that any selection is right or wrong, and I am switching talents back and forth with the frequency of a cheap Ham radio. In a nutshell, I now have to make actual choices and I have the ability to alter my choices in real time as my circumstances require. I cannot just set them and forget them any longer. My previous theory-crafter approved spec had made me as comfortable as an inmate might grow in the confines of his cell. I was institutionalized.