VR is the future. Right now, we use it mostly to play games, but there are infinite possibilities to what virtual reality can do. And honestly, that's a little scary.
u/KhAiMeLioN asked: VR now allows you to sell your experiences to others. Which memories would you put up for sale?
An interesting perspective.
I would sell a typical day of me walking through my city. It would allow people to see what life is like from the perspective of a dwarf.
You'd get to see how it feels when everyone and everything towers over you, and experience how inaccessible so many places are. And of course, how much unwanted attention you get from strangers. The photographs taken of you. The pointing, staring and comments.
Maybe schools could use it to help kids empathize with people who are different.
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I sat next to Quentin Tarantino in a theater at one of the first screenings of the Edgar Wright movie The World's End, and for the subsequent Q&A with Wright, Pegg and Frost. He was very animatedly laughing and loving it the entire time.
As a movie dork, that was a pretty once in a lifetime experience.
What a unique experience.
The time I went to a Paranormal circus. It was fantastic!!
A red and black tent popped up in the mall parking lot overnight and advertised a weekend long paranormal circus. I couldn't find anyone to go with me so I went by myself.
It was so much fun, they had zombie nurses running the snack stand, light up creepy masks and costumes for sale, everyone was dressed like dark steampunk, when they opened the gates to get into the main tent we had to go through an area with open cages to signify the "monsters" had been let out or something.
I got directed to my seat by a lady and as I walked down the corridor to the main tent, a man with underbite fangs and a jungle cannibal style costume started chasing after me with a chainsaw, haha. Hey, thats one way to get people in.
When I got there I had semi-front row seating, not right at the stage, but the row behind those, right on the walkway near the action and face to face with the performers.
Chainsaw dude apparently liked me because he jumped on the seat next to mine and yelled out the show was starting, there were nicely dressed vampires handing out light up cups full of slushies and bags of cotton candy, yknow, the good stuff.
Then a hooded dude with a demons voice came on stage and announced that if anyone there was scared of the dark to leave then and there, well, with that the show began, and a tiny clown in blood stained clothes came on the stage.
The rest of the show was amazing, scares, stunts, girls in spiked boxes escaping, people in boxes being set on fire, creepy mimes, people being volunteered to perform questionable acts, at one point one guy was doing flips on this huge spinning rod in the air and almost fell twice, I'll admit, i screamed.
11/10 would go back again, but it was a one time random thing in our small town.
A good day, indeed.
Snorkeling in Hanauma bay in Hawaii.
Initially, my wife and I went with the intent of staying an hour or two, having a picnic while we dried off, then hiking up Diamond Head. I felt like a kid again looking at all the pretty fish. My wife got out first and I just did not want to stop. We decided to come back again on one of our last days and spend all day there. Damn, that was a good day.
Not as wild as some of the others, but I'd sell the memory of a summer I had when I was 16. My parents were away and I had the apartment to myself for an entire summer. There were two huge groups of friends I hung out with, among whom were a few real, solid buddies that I'd known my whole life and a few others less permanent but very cool and funny individuals.
My best friend and I dated a pair of best friends, and while I liked my girl enough I wasn't head over heels, and so had fun without any of the ensuing drama (she felt more or less the same way) The weekends were basically 48 hours of non-stop partying and hanging out, feels like I saw the sunrise every day. Not a care in the world.
I think about it a lot now, decades later. I've got a great family and a good job, but man do I miss that freedom.
Isn't that sweet.
When my daughter was three, dressed in a Snow White costume watering the flowers in our garden and talking to the flowers. My over all best memory. The only thing I would care to remember when I die. It brings tears to my eyes just by mentioning it.
The video game career experience.
All the marketing material for this experience would make it sound fun. Talking about how you can live your dream job through VR creating awesome games for people all around the world.
You start playing the experience. For the first few hours it's bliss and everything seems great. Then after the first few hours something seems off. Your bosses are mentally abusive, work conditions decline, your estimates are cut in half and deadlines are impossible to hit, your community bashes you, sends you death threats, and flames you for decisions that were made above your head in which you have 0 input.
I met this girl when we were both youth camp counselors over one summer. I asked her out after the first week was over. We went out a few times. Then we took a picnic up a nearby canyon and just kind of lazed about on a big old blanket from my parents' house. I decided it was time for a DTR (Define the Relationship). I asked her "Hey, so I'm in, like, total likeage with you here. How are you feeling?" "I'm in total likeage with you, too!"
She became my girlfriend.
I would share that moment when she said she liked me back using the same awkward, dorky language I used, then we just laid on the blanket, held hands, and stared at the clouds together for about an hour. Pure bliss.
We've now been married for 11 years and have four amazing kids together and are currently building our dream house.
Everyone feels that way at some point.
The day I, a grown-ass adult man, hid in the back corner of a gas station parking lot, leaning against the rear wheel of my car, crying as softly as I could to myself for five to ten minutes. It won't sell well, but I'll at least have a handy reference of how lonely, isolated, sad, and pathetic I felt at that time and many others besides. But that one stands out as a lowpoint among lowpoints, so it's the one that gets used.
Some people have never been there, never will be, and as a result, I don't believe they can ever understand what it's like. It's not their fault they have people who love and support them, nor is it their fault that, as a result, they haven't had that firsthand experience. But now they can at least see what it's like.
A wholesome story.
I told this story recently, but when I was 10 years old my parents made help out back to clear out the weeds that had taken over our backyard. It was going to take a while because how crazy it was, but I was taking even longer to help because I was so distracted by the cute puppy our next door neighbor had.
I found out that his parents were going to take him back to the shelter because their son wasn't taking good care of him like he promised. They offered to sell him to me for $20 and I had that saved up, so I went back and forth begging my parents if we could get him. They finally caved and he became ours.
I named him Snoopy and have never been as happy as I was that day. I was an only child so I looked so much forward to having a dog to play with and go on adventures with. It's definitely my favorite memory, because he meant to much to me in the almost 17 years he was a part of my life.
Here is the first picture I have of us together, where you can see on my face just how happy and excited I was. I feel that people would want to experience a happy memory like that and it would also be a way to help keep Snoopy's memory alive.