I bet many smarter, better writers have tackled this but as I grind out level after level in Project 1999 I am desperately trying to find the answer of how in the hell I am having so much fun. Or even am I?
I spent years there already, and this version has a shelf life – yet thousands play it daily. I read about Bhagpuss’ adventures in SWTOR and remind myself I stopped at the Hutt Cartel expansion – so much there to explore and experience.
The new expansion for MTGA, the War of the Spark, is fun. Kinda.
I sadface when thinking of Anthem, but recognize that eventually that’s coming back too. OR should. Or might. I have a whole library of games just sitting there, begging for attention, yet I log in and grind out percentages of percentages of levels to creep along. I stayed in one, single camp for two weeks.
It doesn’t make sense, especially since as a gamer and blogger I have spent what seems like an eternity searching for the new. The more new. The fun. The more fun. The different.
Then it kind of hit me.
It’s precisely that it stays the same is the attraction. I can leave for years, and come back, and I won’t be any further behind (or ahead). Some of us might long for the simpler days of the teen years in cottage country, the small apartment in the city with the fun job that didn’t pay much, but you had the best time of your life with your girlfriend at the time. You thought she was the one. She wasn’t. If only time could freeze.
It can’t. Wait, it can, right?
In gaming terms, anyway. I’m very much depressing myself with these specific thoughts.
Am I having fun, or living a life I can’t leave behind?