foolish games

[apologies to jewel kilcher for using the title of one of her songs in this entry]


writing while dishwalla ponders where somewhere in the middle is



i badly need the old-fashioned hugs where i could melt into.

what is it about games that deceive men as fantasy land equivalents while i woefully regard it as the "road to break-up land?" what is so addictive about 3D characters that don't provide any real interactions with you? how did it ever become better than curling up with a book?

i am sorry if i am speaking in absolutes, but i can't help but wonder why i always end up with men whose brains shut down in the face of online games. i acknowledge that psp's and pc games are continuously created for the same reasons we have bad germs and bad bacteria in our bodies -- a little dose is essential. what i cannot grasp is why they cannot live without it; they are enslaved by keys and arrows and the "are you sure you want to quit?" message/threat for consecutive days -- even weeks!

and most trivial of all how do these men, who had the audacity once or twice to say that they are smarter than i am (which i even poorly believed to be true) waste their self-declared "intelligence", their "wisdom" into unproductivity? these men, who i silently admire for being able to last all day with only a book and a coffee, now lose their charm as they rot in mental self-decay. i am no longer offered old-fashioned hugs, all we share now are scornful nights as we take our separate and individual turns in sleeping on a cold bed.