Gaming, for me at least is the exalted totality of my work day, allowing the formalities of the day to recede into remission, facilitated by a refreshing beverage and a comfortable sofa. It signifies my ascent into the vicarious assimilation into the realms that besmirch the repetitious conforming of another languid day. Essentially I love being lazy, which is mutually beneficial for a hobby such a gaming. Sure, if properly motivated I could you know, do…stuff and….things? But who has time for such laborious tasks? Who needs personal distension when you have that moment where you recline on the sofa, lifting your weighted legs and just uuggghhh……stretch. Being comfortable is the anointed edifice of the industrious gamer, but isn’t necessarily as easy as lethargy would suggest. Comfort is a very individual singularity, ordinarily necessitating numerous postural re-calculations . There’s no authoritative category that accurately defines what comfort is and gaming can be just as suggestive. Of course most people generally gravitate towards the traditional percept of sitting. Whether it’s a chair, a sofa, a bed or even a bean bag, the coordinated positioning of ones derrière is remarkably important.
Your perfunctory inertia is regulated by so many intricate estimations. It could be the ambient temperature, the overall luminous of the room, the reverberating noise from your neighbours television and not just how receptive your rear cheeks are to amenity. For those of you unaware of my own domestic residency, I currently occupy the spare room or “man cave”. Well its more like man “vestige” really, garrisoned by corrugated remnants of possessions which we have no place else to store. My seating arrangement is composed of a cushioned mattress with pronounced crescent-shaped divots and permanent ass indentations. My TV, adjusted slightly and tilted to the left to abate any environmental reflections is the primary focal point in the room. Its auspicious visibility means that whether sitting or slouched, expedient gaming is an accessible viability from almost any position (obviously not facing the wall). If your anything like me then comfort is influenced by emotive fluidity, shifting constantly from an admissible posture of geniality, to being perched in a tenable position on the very edge of the bed, to then reclined motionless wishing that I could tilt the TV 90 degrees so I can amiably play games while lying down. During the bitter autumnal months I find the duvet is a prerequisite, consolidating the errant body heat into conserving insulation. The convenience of wireless controllers also bestows further redeeming relief for my enigmatic predilections, the overtures of which are exhibited through various reclining dispositions until suitable comfort and visual awareness can be attained.
Of course food consumption is a subservient proclivity when in such a relaxed state, which invariably leads to questionable sanitation, as you brush crumbs from the matted crevices of the bed sheets. Of course comfort is temporary, mitigated by the domesticity and other logistical encumbrances. Have you ever tried explaining to your spouse that you neglected the washing up to “relax”? Yeah, it’s not generally received favourably. Now I get that some people enjoy lounging in the bathtub, soaking in bath salts and surrounded by scented candles, all in an attempt to ease those fastened muscles from the strains of the day. And this conduct is just as applicable to gaming. If you’re fidgeting, you’re not concentrating, if you’re not concentrating your losing, if your losing your me! And not at all relaxed. So sit back, lay down, stand up if you like, just get comfortable.
How do you relax when gaming? Do you have a preferred means of relaxing when gaming? Let me know.