On this bright and blessed day, a curious thought occurred to me; no not the unseasonable warmth which us Brits eagerly acclimatize too, like Pamela Anderson to plastic, but more about how subtlety influenced I am by the games I play. Prolonged exposure of play somehow affects my interactions with the non-virtual world, and directly influencing my actions, mannerisms and conversations. For instance while purchasing a sandwich from a very familiar sandwich specialist, when it came to the exchange of money, me, in a momentary lack of concentration and decency, began contemplating bartering for my lunch in an Elder Scrolls fashion, before sensibly considering this option as an inappropriate course. So I instead proceeded to receive my change and in the customary tradition of saying thank you, left the store……before realising that my polite “Thank You” made me sound suspiciously like the merchant from Resident Evil 4! Which surprisingly when uttered by myself bared little resemblance to the originator, and the understandably confused lady could only infer that I was some sort of sexual deviant, and a hungry one at that.
I’ll admit how absurd this statement sounds, but sadly its relatively accurate. I find that video games appear to stimulate my delusions. When I’m leaping over wooden fences, I am Nathan Drake, despite the minor contention that a child can step over the waist-high fence previously alluded too, but in my eccentric mind it doesn’t matter. There are certain aspects to games that you do unconsciously take for granted, like how influential a map in the corner of the screen in Red Dead Redemption is, and how much you miss this navigational tool in the real world, to aid you in your admiral search for a pub. Some experts would suggest that my orchestrated works of fiction, are an advanced stage of delusional psychosis, and of great concern for my general health, and sure I like to occasionally indulge in the fantastical notion that I’m Nate, or a one of the expansive cast of GTA, as I still regularly heard to quote various GTA characters (4 shore!), but it helps to detract from the more mundane moments of our day, the moments that suck more than a Tulisa endorsed vacuum cleaner. Imagination is concept many narrow-minded, ignoramuses will never truly fathom.
A word of caution though, if your ever unfortunate enough to find yourself involved in a physical encounter, dont thrust your arms forward whilst furiously yelling HADOUKEN!!; because fire balls wont spontaneously emanate from your half-opened fists, and you will lose, badly!
Do games affect how you interact with people? Or should I seek professional help immediately? Let me know your thoughts.