Again, congratulations Belle. (I don’t want to cover up your accomplishment with another bloggy-writey-thing.)
Saturday, one of my gaming friends was discussing the reasons he did not wish to add another MMORPG to his list of “life-drainers.” He was saying that at the end of a night of play in one of these, he had, essentially, nothing to keep. No actual reward for his efforts. Nothing had been produced, no actual relationships had been created or developed, there wasn’t anything to point to and be proud of. Not that this was keeping him out of the City of Heroes, just that it was something he was trying to reconcile within himself. I understood, because I have been having the exact same thoughts.
When I game with friends, it provides a more satisfying interaction with other (mostly) human beings. There are memories, laughter, derring-do, and hugs. There is some of that in WoW, (my time-drug of choice) but the straight experience of the game is not really as fulfilling, recreation-wise. Now the ability to play with my wife Lena online, makes a HUGE difference for me. We talk via iChat and yell, scream, and gossip our way through dungeons and deserts, making the experience something I can share with her, and something we are doing together, re-introducing the concept of genuine human interaction once more. My buddy and his partner can play together some of the time, but not all.
Now in the course of my own coming to grips with this issue, it occurred to me that what I was really discussing was a facet of one’s philosophy of life. My own, personal eternal question is “What do you want on your tombstone?” Do you want it to say “He had a fun, full life.” or would you rather it read “He worked a lot.” Once you’re dead, the difference is pretty much moot, so all you have is the time in which you are placing those experiences. The fact is, the whole notion of having to be productive all the time, (even during your down time!) is part and parcel with the Protestant overwork ethic/unfulfilled/depressed/never measure up bull doo-doo that most American kids are fed from birth. I don’t buy it.
I say you CAN be happy with who you are and what you’ve got. I say bigger is NOT always better and neither quality NOR quantity rule my roost. I say that my way may not be the best way and I don’t care?and that goes for your way too. I say I do NOT have to be productive all the time to to have self worth, and that the only measure of a good life was whether or not you had fun while living it. Finally, I say ANYTHING I say is suspect, so go ask your granddad BEFORE you quit your job and take up professional windsurfing. You dad is too young to answer the question.