“Yeah, you could be spending that time writing or editing.” Cleaning and general maintenance are necessary elements of any physical collection, and while sorting through my NES collection, I decided that now is the best time to do this right! It’s not that I have the downtime for this. My thinking was if I don’t find value in maintaining this collection now, I should sell while the market’s good. Fortunately, I found a meditative value.
Do we play videogames to escape from reality? Do we drop into videogameland vistas to explore new or familiar territories out creative curiosity? Or are we compelled to ignore our controlless, chaotic world in favor of fanciful fictions? Are fictional worlds candy for our imagination or the full-course meal that enriches us with delicious delights? This could apply to everything from reading, writing, working, overworking, or playing sports, we’ll just focus on videogames for now.
How did this happen? Is there a correlation between my childhood raised secondarily by videogames and my reality where much of it involves tempering my overexposure to reality to avoid finding myself in a drunken stupor? I doubt the hours I spent playing games like Mario, Final Fantasy, or EarthBound caused this. Encouraged an addictive framework? Perhaps. Spend another 10 minutes to level up, throw yourself to the mercy of inebriation, only to rinse and repeat?