Can we romanticize video games the way we do books?
Like you hear all these things about how you can curl up with a book on a rainy day and drink tea and smother yourself in blankets but anytime you hear things about video games it’s always about how you’re wasting your life away yelling into a headset as you play Call of Duty in a basement?
Imagine bundling yourself up on the couch, the sound of rain hitting the roof, and putting on Fable for a few hours. Or getting home after a long day of work. You make yourself a cup of cocoa, put on fuzzy pjs, and play Viva Piñata for hours not giving a second thought to the outside world. Semester just got out? Throw on some Fallout and just take a night to breathe and enjoy.
You aren’t wasting your life away, you’re enjoying it. Games can be just as much an escape as books, except you get to be part of the story.
more valid gaming romanticizations:
staying up late on a school night with a blanket pulled over your head to trap in the light of your ds while you play animal crossing. falling asleep to the almost silent chiptunes.
sitting in the back seat on an endless drive. there’s rain on the window and an old brick-sized gameboy in your hands. when night comes, you play by the light of passing streetlights.
curling up after a long cry with blankets and tea and quiet vastness of breath of the wild.
losing yourself to the distant melancholy of apocalyptic survival games, the mindless brilliance of puzzle games, the intensity of a story-fueled rpg. games without music, games with soundtracks that stir something in your soul, games that make the world feel smaller, games that make the world feel bigger. games that save you and keep you going.
This was a long time coming, Anon. I hope you like him. I’d love to figure out what the title of that story is. Sounds like some wonderful reading. Thanks for the ask and the inspiration!