Playing The Game of Life Before It Plays You
Don’t go pointing fingers.
My friends, I must confess:
I took Mom’s advice for granted!
Can you relate?
Of course you can …
asshole.
“Timmy’s a little shit but at least he sent his love out virtually.”
20 years ago, I became a gamer …
As I sat there in the womb.
LITERALLY?
No. I didn’t have a GameBoy on me. But, to quote Kayne, it was in my code.
Years flew by as my ‘rage-quitting’ began to develop. That’s when my mom, inadvertently, dealt a deadly dose of self-awareness: that I was becoming an irritable person.
The fact is I don’t play nearly as much anymore. About 6 months ago, I was very, very deep in the fray of video game culture. The last game I played was Uncharted 4 (and I thought the game was an out-of-this world send-off for the series) but I have yet to play other must-have titles like Super Mario Odyssey and Zelda’s Breath of The Wild.
“That session really wore me out, man.”
With that being said, we can easily refer back to the 14 to 15 year old Rob, whose aspirations for YouTube began before the surge of Sir PewDiePie and other gaming superstars. Back then, my life revolved around gaming. Only, in those days, my aspiration was to find “dank memes,” I’m guessing.
But since then, many controllers were broken needlessly before I decided to PUT the poor things down … for the time being! It’s a much better practice than THROWING them down, I can assure you.
Damn, not even I am skilled enough to accomplish this.
“So what’s your point?”
Check it out:
I’m ‘bout to go Yoda on your ass.
To haters I’m not listening.
“A challenging game leads to frustration, frustration leads to yelling, yelling leads to destruction, destruction leads to … duh! Suffering. Plebs you are.”
I’ve made pretty terrible mistakes by getting out of control and taking that out on others.
That isn’t to say that gamers lack self-control. With the right frame of mind, video games are some of the most stimulating and rewarding experiences you can have.
What my mom told me was “when the game’s pissing you off, SHUT IT DOWN!”
Well, sorry Mom. It’s not that easy when you’re a kid.
In fact, that phrase of her’s was the extra motivation I needed for me to push through the failure and decimate those n00bs, shouting even louder than before: “No Mom, I’ll shut THEM down!”
God, I wish that was an exact quote.
“Get REKT, fuckers!”
Nowadays, that kind of shit would get on my nerves too. The least productive thing one can do is complain and throw a fit about a fake character ‘no-scoping’ your ass inside a little picture box, resting on a little wooden box inside your warm and comfy little box that you call home.
So know when to quit! Know the difference between a fixed mindset and a growth mindset. And, from here on out, commit to self-awareness. Without it, the escapism will never end … and neither will your mom’s migraine.