I.
It all started when I was 7 or 8. We got a nintendo 64. This was my dad, dipping his toe into the water of console gaming. Of course he and mom played the n64 a lot. It quickly became dominated by me. I played it after school. I played it with my friends. I played the n64 while my parents were busy changing oil at their new bizness they owned. I played it while my babysitters were over.
The n64 in a sense kind of consumed most of my time. I literally could not cultivate much of a social life or get productive with school. Don’t take this a mistake though. Just a cautionary tale. In the middle of owning the n64, we proceeded to buy an xbox. That was supposed to be for my dad, and of course quickly, it became I that dominated the console.
If you’re keeping track now that’s two home consoles. I probably spent 1/3 more additional time gaming than I had before. I played star fox 64 and frequently derped around with PGR ( project gothem racing ).
There was a day at work when I was bored, as I normally was at our oil change bidness. I happened upon a certain drawer. In this drawer contained the items of thousands of little knick knacks customers had accidentally left behind in the lobby.
Lo and behold, my eye caught a glimmer a strange almost ghostly glowing little rectangle. The GameBoy!! I religiously played the crap out of that thing. Then the sad day came; the owners wanted their gameboy back. Awe mom, I fell in love, can you please get me one?
II.
My parents were pretty poor. They just wanted to make me happy. I really liked to play video games, it was a big part of my life. So I got it. Maybe this wasn’t the right thing though? I played the crap out of the gameboy, I even had a little lamp attached to it so I could play it in the car on those long road trips when your car lights are too dim.
After that followed the PS2. Of course we HAD to have it. It had a DVD player! And all those wonderful exclusives! Spyro, Ratchet, and on and on and blah blah blah. You get the fever man! You gotta have that experience you know all your friends are enjoying. So what became as cool excuse for a DVD player led to another purchase of a home console for which I already didn’t have a lot of time for
3 consoles. 1 exclusive.
Next Christmas I purchased the gamecube. Super Mario Sunshine was all the rage. I don’t think I completed it. The only games I really enjoyed on the gamecube was Pikmin. Probably 400 dollars spent and 160 hours on a few games that I barely remember now..
I’m not trying to be a debby downer here. I love games and I think they’re important or I wouldn’t be writing about them on a game website. But here’s the deal, if you stretch yourself so thin for so long, and always rabidly like a rabies infested monster devour every game and every system like your life depended on it, you can easily burn yoself out.
III.
Every season of my life, each major step I took, each mistake I made… I always had the 3 major home consoles to console me (heh that was clever). But in retrospect, I probably depended on them way to much for happiness. I actually let them control me. Christmas 2006 came. Xbox 360, thanks dad! I probs spent well over 10,000 hours on the 360. Oh yeah, and I bought myself a DS, and another Christmas I got the PS3. Ew, I was so freaking spoiled lo.
3500 on the PC.. maybe 3000 hours on the Xbox one.. 500 on the PS4, 300 on the PSVITA, 250 on the 3DS. ARGGGGGGGHHHhhh. I just ask myself, why didn’t I moderate myself? Why didn’t my parents stop me before I consume myself?
If I had to go back and do it again, could I have lived my life any differently? No probably not. Try as I might, there’s that “magical” effect games have that draw you in. They don’t really let go easily.
I’m in college now pursing computer science, I switched from previous major piano performance. I think deep in my hearts of hearts, I knew I could never get away. One my of burning primary passions in life was to become a video game composer and game maker. I am currently on track to graduate in spring 2018 with my degree and some Game Maker Studio chops. Everything in my entire life has prepared me and encouraged me to go forward with this dream, but as I’ve said. There’s this strange sadness within me that I somehow.. I missed out on so much while I was having fun. Having fun playin games, sitting in front of a Tv, letting it consume me. Would I change my entire backstory if I could, like some sort of twisted dark souls rage quit restart? Eh.
Epilogue
In the end. I must accept this is the only way to be happy, is to live without regret and press on. I cannot leave gaming, she was my first fine lass i ever did love. Even if I’m a weird geeky backwards guy with a dream ^^ ‘}