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I barely had time to unpack my Xbox 360 in our new flat on Grange Loan, Edinburgh, before my (now ex) girlfriend told me we had to talk and I knew what the talk would be about. Now, I planning my voyage home. Ironical, I think. All things that has a beginning, has an end. The question is not if but when. And possibly, for the mournful, why. It lasted nearly a year now, as the new decennium begins, my relationship has ended. It's rather fitting, in a way. I will not be beaten down by it. Instead, I'll look forward, I'll make me a better self this year and I will pursue personal goals that I put aside when I fell in love.
I will, for example, put more effort in making videos of all kinds and I will try to learn about film-making and editing and develop my sense and skills in the art of filming. This will be my primary point of interest but I will also try to develop my other skills such as writing and painting. However, the painting part will mostly consist of me doodling stickmen on a white paper-sheet. I will also move to a new location where I can flourish and be by myself for a while. No duties to anyone but myself. Ah, that's my preferred way of life. Also, this will of course mean A LOT OF VIDEO GAMES, YEAAAUUUH! Seriously, I will play more, write more and make more movies. This will eventually lead up to either: A). A career within a Video Game Magazine. B). A career within the film-making business. C). Both of the above. I'll enjoy either but C is the choice I'm hoping for.
You may think I'm taking this break-up business a bit too good, you may even say I'm totally emotionless about it. That wouldn't be completely true but not completely false either. When my mum got to hear about it, she called me and was upset on the phone and she cried. I wonder what she'd say if she found out that I was having a good time playing Texas Hold 'Em on my Xbox 360 right before she called. How's that for recovery? Now, I'm going back to the apartment to play some "Rabbids Go Home" against my ex. She'll regret she ever met me! *subtle smirk*
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This will also be my endannotation: Hold on son! Who else works (really works) over 50 hours a week? Do you think it is enjoying not to get sleep? Yes, I admit freely that I play a lot of Snood. The question to be answered: Why? Donīt mix up these three observations. They may - as in Davids case - have a deeper explanation than you think.
I rest my case.
In a long line of years I have seen with increasing worries the same tendency. And as I've said thousands of times - it is not wrong playing games - on the contrary - but it is the big part of the day (and night) that I have worries about. There is so much more to life than that world. And you don't get bachelor in games just for playing games.
No one can take that away from me. I'm worried about that. Let's meet in this discussion ten years from now and see the result.
And "Vader" was in reference to your humoristic comment "I AM your father", so no hard feelings, I don't think you are like Vader.
And about the drowning I'm sorry to say but it is hard for the individual to see oneself from the outside. As it is for the drunk to see that it is not good for himself to drink. That is in the core of not understanding the consequences of ones behavior, so to speak.
It is of the greatest importance to differ between behavior and person, reason and perception. As it is to be aware of the big differance between reality and virtual reality.
This in a philosofical aspect.
I would say.
And after playing Rabbids Go Home (which is an excellent game, by the way) I've realised that you don't compete against another player, you work together! Even better!
My worries are about the world of feelings that can not be compensated with games and play. It's like the drunk that tries to drown his sorrow in alcohol.
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