The games

Last night, I said I was going to purge my life of video games.

This has already been both easier and harder than I expected it to be. Last night, as I went through my games, I kept finding myself making arguments why a game should stay… and I had to keep forcing myself to stick to my promise. The thing that made it easier, honestly, was the fact that I made my goal public. I told the world I would do this, so I owe it not only to myself, but to anybody who stumbles across my blog. A little bit irrational? Maybe. But, so far, it’s working.

My life. It is a changin’…

(By the way, I’m not a fan of Bob Dylan.)

It’s been a while. And boy is this a doozy for me to write. I’m about to make some admissions to the world. Admissions that I’ve only hinted at to most of the people I know in my life.

I’m purging my life.

Over the last couple of months, my life has taken some very interesting turns. It’s led to a re-examination of my priorities, and much of the clutter in my life. So, I’m purging it. Starting with my video games.

This is no small matter for me, either. I started playing games when I was 8. Maybe 3. First game I remember playing is a little number called “Dog Doo”, on a Tandy CRT. I played the hell out of that game, too. But now, it’s 22 years later. Or is it 27? I’m 30, and I’ve wasted – yes wasted – a vast majority of my life on these games. My collection of games and game systems amounts to thousands of dollars sunk into this… “hobby”.