Can we romanticize video games the way we do books?
Like you hear all these things about how you can curl up with a book on a rainy day and drink tea and smother yourself in blankets but anytime you hear things about video games it’s always about how you’re wasting your life away yelling into a headset as you play Call of Duty in a basement?
Imagine bundling yourself up on the couch, the sound of rain hitting the roof, and putting on Fable for a few hours. Or getting home after a long day of work. You make yourself a cup of cocoa, put on fuzzy pjs, and play Viva Piñata for hours not giving a second thought to the outside world. Semester just got out? Throw on some Fallout and just take a night to breathe and enjoy.
You aren’t wasting your life away, you’re enjoying it. Games can be just as much an escape as books, except you get to be part of the story.
I just look at this and all I can feel is that it’s going to lead me to some fiendishly difficult puzzle that will require 27 pages of notes, a detail from two universes ago, and my dad to solve.
