As far as I can remember I’ve always been cynical, pessimistic, and largely flippant with my vapid analysis, adopting a vigorous misogynistic perception with often nullifying results. The negative presumptions bestow lateral barrier against disappointment, one singular permeated by a games expectant failures. Somehow, predisposed conjecture regarding a games latent quality becomes a perennial desire, as if some anticipated deficiency is a fortuitous oddity that capitulates to my derisive assumptions. This is strengthened by the actuality that I can’t elicit a moment when I didn’t suppress such derogatory premonitions, rather than submit optimistic integrity. We live in an often segregated world, with palpable discriminative negligence with a media that revels in scandalous provocations, pronouncement on a destitute communities, with eminent proclamations pertaining to our inherent ethical and financially indigent society that we reside in. It’s impossible not to let such oblique resentments infiltrate our minds that satisfy apparent voids of narcissistic empathy, but we are capable of modulating our own apathetic dispositions.
This is not a virtuous delegation or direct persecution of gamers, but a self-reflective observation of my own misanthropic derivatives. Of course there are certain inevitabilities you abdicate yourself too; your favourite football team capitulating to defeat prematurely (again) or gathering plume of cloud coverage, appraised to hydrate you with drenching percussion the minute you step out the door, but gaming should offer the brief respiratory clemency that reality stifles. Your already forced to tolerate existing bigotry from colleagues adverse declarations regarding a prospective partner or your parents ridiculing the economic buoyancy that’s spiralling down the proverbial sink and how our generation will never reach a similar state of financial affluence, how you’ll inherit deeply recessive frugality and…” blah blah blah. Though admittedly acrimony is a natural, often productive installation in the gaming community permeating with regulatory resilience, we also require perpetual optimism to negate these distracting procrastinations. The PS4/Xbox One arrive soon to nourish our creative endeavours with catharsis restraint, and perhaps you don’t currently posses the required financial solvency to purchase either of these consumer products, but at least there’s a prospective target to be reached. Gaming should be our muse, the necessary Martyr that lifts the veil between vacuous reality and pseudo existence. Don’t waste precious moments anxious of some abstract obstacle or lamenting over some auxiliary blemish, but rather embrace fortuitous pragmatism and ratify optimistic foresight, because what’s the point in gaming if you’ve already resigned yourself to disappointment?