Relationships are difficult interactions to maintain, real ones I mean, not the fabricated imaginings of some eccentric, with delusions of his manufactured correspondence with Scarlett Johansson. Often soliciting huge self-sacrifice by both participants to prevent courtship stagnation, and voluntary degree of understanding for one another’s recreational activities. For over 5 years my girlfriend has continually tolerated my profusely deranged inhibitions to engage in simulated activities, and almost always accepted with great solidarity and the humorous furrowing of her brow. This level of acceptance, with such equal cordiality is one of her most auspicious traits, and something of an inspiration that soothes my rampant cynicism. Of course such acceptances are usually tainted by attributed attachments, usually forcing me to consult with her shopping purchases, for attires that will be donned with little regularity, and are purely instigated as punishment for my hours of wandering the barren wastes of Skyrims inhospitable reaches (cynicism successfully retained I think). It goes without saying that integration for my recreational inclinations, is a typical recourse when attempting to successfully maintain healthy relations, which has been successfully achieved to a degree.
To her credit, with no former prior investment into virtual interactivity, she has ascended and accumulated hours of successful accolades; completing both Uncharted 2 and 3 with minor interspersed assistance, as well as Batman Arkham Asylum, which admittedly required some persuasion to adapt to the unfamiliar controls, but attaining or perhaps imitating the same determined (stubborn) qualities that I have adopted. Her fortitude was imminently rewarded which, I iterate with some trepidation, bestowed a subtle, yet pronounced smile of satisfied accumulation upon her rather rosy, somewhat disgruntled features. Communication was paramount for her to achieve these goals, and as laboriously redundant that certain distinct solutions to simple problems, that are obvious for many accomplished gamers, were less evident to her. But the same sense of fragmented happiness that I feel from games, was there.
Education has certainly aided me in my continued pursuit for gaming stimulation, and suppressing these desires is like preventing yourself from inhaling oxygen, or containing laughter when recollecting the moment you witnessed Goofy tripping over a bin at Disneyland (which is still as vivid now as it was then). There is a deceptive responsibility with gaming that requires constant evaluation, planning and permission from my life evaluator (girlfriend), as you sympathise that your precious allotted time could be spent in more productive environments, such as learning a new language for instance, constructing furnishings for your newly acquired home or fixing various irritable parts of your vehicle. But blowing up terrorists in a shower of misty blood is instantly more gratifying than the alternatives, and far more realistic.
The issue of social integration is never forced, nor the squandering of my free time is never brought into disrepute, even when I expressed to her my distancing relations come May, as I highlighted that she will undoubtedly become a GTA widow for an extended, if not permanent extent of time, which was received with the rather deceptive look of scepticism and a worryingly deprived, verbal response. But deep below the dejected facial contortions of abject confirmation, I know there’s a rich sense of sincerity and a cathartic appreciation of my simple desirable request…. I hope?
Do you and your partner share the same passion for gaming? Or do you have to make sacrifices to indulge? Let me hear your opinions.