My opinion of video games has concentrated on the possible harmful effects playing video games can bring to people. I have played video games when I was a child, but they never meant much to me. Being a book lover, I didn't find the stories in video games stimulating. While other people spend hours playing video games and some take it a step forward and buy the merchandise, watch the tournaments, join the clubs and whatever else exist. I ignored the simple question of why people enjoy video games. After many recommendations for video games, I decided to embark in the gaming adventure.
After playing a few video games, I began to notice some parallels between the video games and life. You enter a world and are given a mission or various missions. Many times your goal is to complete the mission alive, while other times you must meet certain requirements in order to progress. Sometimes you are expected to collect objects in addition to completing the missions. You are also present with an enemy or various enemies. You must destroy the enemy in order to either progress or to complete the mission. There may also be objects that can harm you and if you come into contact with them, then your life may be reduced. This is all very similar to life. In your life you are presented with various missions and there are material objects you need in order to survive. You meet foes in life but you do not destroy them physically, you may do so in other ways. Video games present you with challenges that you must learn to overcome in order to move forward. However, there is one aspect of video games that is not found in life.
Video games give you the opportunity to undertake the characteristics from the characters that are in the video game. These characters have characteristics that you would like to have as your ideal self. You adapt this new found identity. This new identity can be anything, a different being, a different gender, a hero or a villain, the options are endless. This does not mean that you are running away from yourself, but rather you are running towards your ideal self.
Video games are like books and movies put together. Like with books and movies, some video games are very stimulating while others are mundane. The difference being that video games provide you with an interactive experience. You are the part of the video game, and the completion of the video game is based on how well you accomplish the missions.
Happy Gaming -SM:)E
Friday, February 13, 2015
The Girl on The Train
↔ A by-product of society.
Subject to mainstream culture. Consumer of all things "in." Wearing the typical American apparel she is tricked into thinking she should wear.
→Shoes: Studded black boots, probably from Pay-less or Ross.
→Shirt: White, style-less, long sleeved, under a black button up jacket from maybe Hot Topic.
→ Pants: Jeans, dark washed, and skinny legged.
→ Eyes: Heavy coated mascara, with slight defect mascara stains on her eyes lids, by Revlon (maybe Maybelline, the label is worn-out).Brown and medium, framed by long lashes.
→ Lips: Have a special cracked/pale lip effect due to 45 degree weather and no lipstick.
→ Fragrance: Probably anti-perspiring deodorant and nothing else.
→ Hair: Can probably be the "before" image of an anti-frizz hair product. Brown, slight waves to it, worn loose.
→ Face: Marked enough with small, red pimples. Never worn cover-up. Nose too big/broad for her face. Full cheeks with a deep dimple interrupting the curve of her left cheek.
→ Body: Made to never fit into a size zero. A muffin top that refused to hid under the waistline of her low-cut jeans.
Everything about her screamed "ordinary." She seems to have been vaccinated against the illness of Vanity. Somehow she is always one step behind the latest trend. Sitting usually alone with a book in front. Often found looking out a window, lost in her day dreams. Never seeming to fit in, yet never stood out enough to be marked as a "freak." She survived High school. Made it to college. As the weeks went by, she found college to be her second home. Most of the students walk alone, sit alone. Everyone is in their own world, doing their own thing. No one looks at her. For the first time she feels comfortable going unseen. Just as she turns and looks me straight in the eye and smiles. I realize that she is no one else but myself.
-SM:)E
February 15,2012
Subject to mainstream culture. Consumer of all things "in." Wearing the typical American apparel she is tricked into thinking she should wear.
→Shoes: Studded black boots, probably from Pay-less or Ross.
→Shirt: White, style-less, long sleeved, under a black button up jacket from maybe Hot Topic.
→ Pants: Jeans, dark washed, and skinny legged.
→ Eyes: Heavy coated mascara, with slight defect mascara stains on her eyes lids, by Revlon (maybe Maybelline, the label is worn-out).Brown and medium, framed by long lashes.
→ Lips: Have a special cracked/pale lip effect due to 45 degree weather and no lipstick.
→ Fragrance: Probably anti-perspiring deodorant and nothing else.
→ Hair: Can probably be the "before" image of an anti-frizz hair product. Brown, slight waves to it, worn loose.
→ Face: Marked enough with small, red pimples. Never worn cover-up. Nose too big/broad for her face. Full cheeks with a deep dimple interrupting the curve of her left cheek.
→ Body: Made to never fit into a size zero. A muffin top that refused to hid under the waistline of her low-cut jeans.
Everything about her screamed "ordinary." She seems to have been vaccinated against the illness of Vanity. Somehow she is always one step behind the latest trend. Sitting usually alone with a book in front. Often found looking out a window, lost in her day dreams. Never seeming to fit in, yet never stood out enough to be marked as a "freak." She survived High school. Made it to college. As the weeks went by, she found college to be her second home. Most of the students walk alone, sit alone. Everyone is in their own world, doing their own thing. No one looks at her. For the first time she feels comfortable going unseen. Just as she turns and looks me straight in the eye and smiles. I realize that she is no one else but myself.
-SM:)E
February 15,2012
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