When I try my hand at healing, I often question my competence and make plenty of ragefaces over the endless parade of derp that is the Dungeon Finder. Yet I am discovering that the more I paladin tank, the more I turn into an uncontrollable, self-assured, and totally unforgiving honey badger.
Deal With It
That’s just how this works.
I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the endless facerolling, or perhaps it’s the gawgeous hair that none can match. Instead of being the usual “I think it’s actually over this way, guys” sort of person I am when I’m DPSing, or the “ACK! SORRY OMG YOU DROPPED LIKE A FLY” panic-prone person when I heal, I give people crap for pulling ahead of me and/or being stupid, and I also collude with the healer to get the unkickable killed.
Sometimes, I wonder WHAT HAVE I BECOME!? But then most of the time, I just think something like this:
I REGRET NOTHING
Na-da. Zilch. Zero.
THIS PARTY IS NOT A DEMOCRACY! I am the tank dictator. It’s my way or the highway, and we don’t have highways in Azeroth.
Point of order: there’s a highway straight from Ulduar down into the sea.
In my mind, it totally doesn’t count because I’m thinking of highways people actually USE LOTS, not ones that are in ruins in Zombieland. I mean Northrend.
Well yeah. Point being, if they don’t like it then they are in fact welcome to march down the highway and pike off into the sea…
Maybe I’ll actually use that once I get to Northrend.
Once I get out of my personal hell of Gnomeregan > Maraudon > Dire Maul > Blackrock …