Sometimes it bothers me to think that all the cumulative hours I've spent throughout these two decades plus of life playing video games must certainly be every second of time I'd have needed to perfect any art. Thats no compliment to my own supposed savant-ism.
What I'm trying to say is I've played a lotta' fuckin' videogames.
I just have to imagine what sort of person I'd be if I never picked up a Nintendo controller all those years ago. Better fit, I'd imagine.
Then again, maybe not. A hypothetical life without my preferred medium of entertainment doesn't necessarily facilitate some other productive use of all that time. It could have just as easily been TV or, God forbid, church activities.
I did do a lot of drawing, still occasionally do. I do a peck of writing, still occasionally do. I even played the violin for a few years...the fact that I stopped, lost interest, does that mean I failed at that?
Does losing interest in personal-betterment denote failure?
But it's two in the AM. Time to kick all my customer out.
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