Look at you. You’ve been sitting lazily at your computer since the start of the day, squandering away the fine daylights of Saturday morning to dwell within your virtual realm of fantasies. The way you look – that indifferent expression that only ever reacts to the situations on screen, slumped nonchalantly on your chair – wow, you really let yourself go.
And while you go about your daily activities; be it questing, fragging, 8-pooling or soloing mid – you might sometimes hear a voice asking you to stop. For some, it bellows down the hallways and you might even mistake it for a Thu’um. Other times, it may just be a headless voice inside your head. But either way, that voice is slowly losing its power over you as you sink deeper and deeper into the abyss. You simply don’t care anymore – this is what you want to do; and this is how its going to be.
But you don’t want to be a loser, right?
“All this gaming is going to do you no good. “
Because at the end of the day, all your achievements are fantasy. You’ve spent hours and hours to chase something that didn’t even exist in the real world. You’ve accomplished nothing in real life.
So you go out screaming in forums, or basically wherever you can – Reddit, Facebook or rub it into your friends’ faces. You seek confirmation from them – that you’re not as incompetent as some people make you out to be. You seek affirmation in journey, that it isn’t as fruitless as society make it out to be. Every single upvote is added fuel to your parched soul.
But you still can’t shake off that feeling.
Someone out there, possibly even someone important, is going to take you for a joke.
Because come on, you live in a virtual world. You’re not a kid anymore, grow up! Your status as a gamer materializes itself in a invisible, ethereal and yet seemingly very real aura – it repels all members of the opposite sex. No one, except those with similar auras, would approach you. You’re just not one of the cool kids, man.
Maybe its the clothes you wear. Maybe its how you act. Maybe it’s how you don’t cool enough. Maybe its because of your scrawny physique; the wind could blow you over. Maybe you kinda smell.
Or maybe its just all of the above.
You’re sick and tired of people judging you. You just want to do whatever you want, and you wish people would just let you be and not mock you for taking joy in such an infantile pastime.
And the worst thing is: gamers judge other gamers. As with all matters susceptible to subjectivity, you’d never gain full acceptance from everyone, and sometimes that someone might even be family or a person you hold dear.
And that feeling sucks.
We criticize almost everyone, putting down their efforts and actions like toilet seats. People of whom pursue a career in the arts and crafts, enlist themselves in a war you think is unnecessary, or pursue studies in less common, unorthodox fields. Or even the young women sitting in coffee shops with their pretensions of culture.
We call upon each other to stop judging – but deep down we all do.
We’re not the only ones being judged, it’s just something our species is extremely good at – and it is (perhaps) one of our flaws. It is within our ego that we do this; so that we may elevate ourselves from the community.
“I” becomes important.
But all this are just delusions of self importance; no moment in time is more valid than another. No goal of being or fleeting vanity of body has weight in the passage of space and time.
Judge all you want, or not; it is no less ridiculous than screaming for attention into an uncaring sky.