Approaching Signs of Infrimity
Sunday was the occasion of the date of my birth, thirty-one years ago, and as usual it's made me think about stuff.
It's funny that as my birthday approached I seemed to be regressing in mental age. Which is sad as I don't have far to plunge. My parents left for a trip to Greece almost a month ago, and like a teenager I looked forward to wild parties, and even possibly having a girl over.
What made it even worse is the fact that my Dad's company apparently no longer needed me as the phone stayed quiet. So I was home alone and unemployed with a lot of time on my hands.
Sadly I'm really not that wild, and asking a lot of people to come over and party because my parents were gone struck me as a little pathetic. Actually with most of my weekends booked up I wouldn't have had time to have people over anyways. Except for the one Saturday when Shani was going to a live game that I'm not a part of. I invited some of my friends over, and we had a small lan party. For those not in the know a lan party is when everyone brings their computer to a location and hooks them up together in a network for the purpose of playing games together. Yes I know it sounds terribly geeky, which it is. But it was fun, and it's nice just to sit around with friends, chat, and play violent video games.
Not really anyone's idea of a wild party, but I did have a girl over. A few times. Honest.
So the week after this Shani is working, and I am faced with a lot of free time. I decide to rent a Xbox (Yes it's a machine that also plays games. Sue me.) from Rogers video. Now my initial desire was to rent it so that I could finish the Buffy game that I bought long ago when I also purchased my Xbox. Now you'll probably wonder as I am why I had to rent an Xbox when I had purchased one. Well naturally one day last year I was in the anti-material mood and I never played the damn thing so I decided to pawn it for quick cash which I needed at the time. The forgetting all about going back to claim it, it was no doubt sold. The better question to ask is why didn't I sell the game as well. And the answer is that I have no idea. Probably to torture myself at some future point.
Having the machine though I decided to try out a fighting game that sounded really cheesy, but looked interesting. So Wednesday night I ended up playing Def Jam: Fight for NY till 7:30 a.m. when I was shocked to discover how late it was. Now that was definitely teenage behaviour and something I haven't done in a while. I like to play games obviously still, but I never play for really long periods of time anymore. Even World of Warcraft which is super-addictive I have only played for a few hours at a time.
The next day I realized why I no longer do things like that. It seems my body failed to get the message about my getting more immature, and instead it chose to age. I've never really been good about missing sleep so regardless to say I was a complete wreck that day propped up by more and more caffeine which prevented me from even napping in the afternoon. That was normal, but what really got me was how sore I was. My shoulders were burning the next day, and my knees were stiff. What was really worrisome though was my hand.
Almost three months ago when I was at work dismantling some boards someone accidentally kicked a wooden block into my hand really hard. It hurt for a little while naturally then it went away. Well after that night the pain returned in the exact same area, and it's still persisting.
Of course I probably didn't help it by continuing to play the game more when I got home from Boston Pizza, but I really couldn't waste all that time on a game and not finish it. Could I?
It's funny that as my birthday approached I seemed to be regressing in mental age. Which is sad as I don't have far to plunge. My parents left for a trip to Greece almost a month ago, and like a teenager I looked forward to wild parties, and even possibly having a girl over.
What made it even worse is the fact that my Dad's company apparently no longer needed me as the phone stayed quiet. So I was home alone and unemployed with a lot of time on my hands.
Sadly I'm really not that wild, and asking a lot of people to come over and party because my parents were gone struck me as a little pathetic. Actually with most of my weekends booked up I wouldn't have had time to have people over anyways. Except for the one Saturday when Shani was going to a live game that I'm not a part of. I invited some of my friends over, and we had a small lan party. For those not in the know a lan party is when everyone brings their computer to a location and hooks them up together in a network for the purpose of playing games together. Yes I know it sounds terribly geeky, which it is. But it was fun, and it's nice just to sit around with friends, chat, and play violent video games.
Not really anyone's idea of a wild party, but I did have a girl over. A few times. Honest.
So the week after this Shani is working, and I am faced with a lot of free time. I decide to rent a Xbox (Yes it's a machine that also plays games. Sue me.) from Rogers video. Now my initial desire was to rent it so that I could finish the Buffy game that I bought long ago when I also purchased my Xbox. Now you'll probably wonder as I am why I had to rent an Xbox when I had purchased one. Well naturally one day last year I was in the anti-material mood and I never played the damn thing so I decided to pawn it for quick cash which I needed at the time. The forgetting all about going back to claim it, it was no doubt sold. The better question to ask is why didn't I sell the game as well. And the answer is that I have no idea. Probably to torture myself at some future point.
Having the machine though I decided to try out a fighting game that sounded really cheesy, but looked interesting. So Wednesday night I ended up playing Def Jam: Fight for NY till 7:30 a.m. when I was shocked to discover how late it was. Now that was definitely teenage behaviour and something I haven't done in a while. I like to play games obviously still, but I never play for really long periods of time anymore. Even World of Warcraft which is super-addictive I have only played for a few hours at a time.
The next day I realized why I no longer do things like that. It seems my body failed to get the message about my getting more immature, and instead it chose to age. I've never really been good about missing sleep so regardless to say I was a complete wreck that day propped up by more and more caffeine which prevented me from even napping in the afternoon. That was normal, but what really got me was how sore I was. My shoulders were burning the next day, and my knees were stiff. What was really worrisome though was my hand.
Almost three months ago when I was at work dismantling some boards someone accidentally kicked a wooden block into my hand really hard. It hurt for a little while naturally then it went away. Well after that night the pain returned in the exact same area, and it's still persisting.
Of course I probably didn't help it by continuing to play the game more when I got home from Boston Pizza, but I really couldn't waste all that time on a game and not finish it. Could I?
