I have just come back from a 2-week business trip to the States, passing through some of the worst parts of the East Coast (Camden in Philadelphia comes to mind). As I spoke with some of the bartenders at an Irish pub in Philly, I couldn't get over the matter-of-fact way in which they said things like:
"Yeah, I made the mistake of walking two blocks in the wrong direction and nearly had my head blown off."
...or...
"That guy deserved to die. He shouldn't have been in that part of town."
...or...
"I could have a gun brought to you within the hour."
Now, it's not like I haven't thought about these issues before, mind you. But this time when I got back from my trip, I found it very hard to post about the number of civs or the kind of unique bonuses or whatever else about Civ3.
And that got me to thinking about why in the first place I ever donated 100s of hours of my free time to helping make The Lists, moderate the forums, etc. Then it struck me that I was simply too uptight. Too uptight about life and, therefore, WAY too uptight about the games that had long been a means toward escaping the grind.
What happens when we begin to analyze and over-analyze the way we relax? Isn't it something like opening Pandora's Box and closing it just before Hope flies out? What I mean is, isn't part of the magic of the games we once knew as kids NOT knowing or caring that beta testers insisted on a lighter color palette or that Patch 4 was delayed because the French translator caught a bad cold the week before?
I used to just take things as they came, making the best of them, often producing in my mind something far greater than what was actually handed me. How did I ever lose such wisdom? I now advocate so much for the *quality* of my free-time that I spend more time preparing to relax than I actuallly spend relaxing.
Thus, I am endeavoring to become again that stupid kid who opened his mind to the amazement of the game (and life) and filled in the holes with his good will and stunning imagination. I can, after all, still recall the color of Zork and how I so cleverly led a dragon to blow fire against his own reflection in wall of ice. So:
I will rarely visit forums.
I will ignore patch schedules.
I will not hang on every decision.
I will put the 'play' back in playing games.
And if this means I become an ignorant fool, so be it. An ignorant, relaxed and thoroughly entertained fool is perhaps a very wise man indeed.
"Yeah, I made the mistake of walking two blocks in the wrong direction and nearly had my head blown off."
...or...
"That guy deserved to die. He shouldn't have been in that part of town."
...or...
"I could have a gun brought to you within the hour."
Now, it's not like I haven't thought about these issues before, mind you. But this time when I got back from my trip, I found it very hard to post about the number of civs or the kind of unique bonuses or whatever else about Civ3.
And that got me to thinking about why in the first place I ever donated 100s of hours of my free time to helping make The Lists, moderate the forums, etc. Then it struck me that I was simply too uptight. Too uptight about life and, therefore, WAY too uptight about the games that had long been a means toward escaping the grind.
What happens when we begin to analyze and over-analyze the way we relax? Isn't it something like opening Pandora's Box and closing it just before Hope flies out? What I mean is, isn't part of the magic of the games we once knew as kids NOT knowing or caring that beta testers insisted on a lighter color palette or that Patch 4 was delayed because the French translator caught a bad cold the week before?
I used to just take things as they came, making the best of them, often producing in my mind something far greater than what was actually handed me. How did I ever lose such wisdom? I now advocate so much for the *quality* of my free-time that I spend more time preparing to relax than I actuallly spend relaxing.
Thus, I am endeavoring to become again that stupid kid who opened his mind to the amazement of the game (and life) and filled in the holes with his good will and stunning imagination. I can, after all, still recall the color of Zork and how I so cleverly led a dragon to blow fire against his own reflection in wall of ice. So:
I will rarely visit forums.
I will ignore patch schedules.
I will not hang on every decision.
I will put the 'play' back in playing games.
And if this means I become an ignorant fool, so be it. An ignorant, relaxed and thoroughly entertained fool is perhaps a very wise man indeed.
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