Whacked Priorities
Through that miracle known as the “gift certificate,” my parents gave me a copy of Civilization IV for Christmas. I have owned all three iterations of this addictive and immersive game since it first hit the market in the early 90’s. I cannot count the number of hours of sleep forever lost to these games.
The game has now been in my possession for three full days. You are probably wondering how much of my productive life I have sacrificed at the altar of Civ.
One hour.
I kid you not. Why? I have had more important things to do.
This alarms me to a ridiculous degree. Perhaps I’m the victim of one of those science fiction body-switches, presumably with a responsible family-man type. It isn’t like me to completely ignore an incredible computer game just so I can shop for groceries, cook dinner, clean house, watch television with my family, or sleep.
I want the “old me” back!
I’m tempted to stay home this New Year’s weekend to find my inner self. Part of me thinks I should relax and watch Dick Clark rocking in the New Year. The rest of me is horrified that I would even consider such a thing.
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I like to think that we have become so interesting that what the rest of the world calls “mundane” is where you will find people like us, living the grand adventure of house chores and endless episodes of Law and Order. Pity the mortals who must have all those games and exotic sports cars and big homes with big screen plasma tv’s to play with. The tears you see on my face are for them and their small pathetic existance and,,, Who am I kidding? I want the stuff.