So I was entirely useless last weekend and into this week. I haven't finished my grad school applications, I haven't been working on writing, I haven't started training at Kaplan yet, and I haven't finished the short stories packet for my non-paying job as submissions reader with Hip Literary Publisher. I haven't even been blogging, my usual activity when I feel like being useless.
So, what have I done?
Played. Computer. Games.
How uncool is that?
My friend, Tiffany, who is currently studying abroad in China complains every time I talk to her about the throngs of Chinese guys with glasses swarming in internet cafes and playing comupter games there. And now I've joined them. I guess, in a way, it feels good to belong somewhere. And you know what? Compared to those guys, I'm like a god of cool. A god of cool amongst the stereotypically nerdy and socially-inept, but a god nonetheless.
In my (and their) defense: The game is called Heroes of Might and Magic 4, or HMM4. (Nobody - I hope - calls it that, but it's easier for abbreviation's sake.) It's a turn-based strategy game, basically a war/adventure/civilization, balled into one. I think it's a year or more old, but I recently unearthed a copy of it in my cousin's cd book. I've been a fan of the series since HMM2, and I'm embarassed to say that I was so addicted to HMM2 and the subsequent HMM3, that I have stayed up all night playing, on numerous occasions. I'm an addictive personality, especially when it comes to video games for some reason. I remember the first night I had a Nintendo in my possession. The game was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and I stayed up until eight in the morning trying to beat it. I don't think I beat it and worse yet, this was all done at my best friend at time Will Dillard's house, in his bedroom, as I tried not to wake him with my frentic button-pushing.
I've matured quite a bit since then, but my actions as of late really make me wonder if I'll ever truly "get over" video games. It's an addiction, seriously.
Some other memorable lowpoints of my "gaming" career:
-Because I didn't have the self-control not to play, having my girlfriend delete Counterstrike from my computer so I could study for my exams sophomore year of college.
-Knowing what things like "w00t" and "1337 h4x0rz pwn j00!" mean.
-Last night, at the age of 23, playing HMM4 for seven hours non-stop. No bathroom, water, or anything breaks. I probably would have played for even longer, but my cousin's 6 am alarm went off in the other room and I didn't want him to find me in my CRT-glowing shame.
Don't judge a book by it's cover; this game is seriously engaging. In fact, all this talk and levity about my so-called problem makes me want to, you guessed it, play... right... now...
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What closet embarassments do you have?