Currently I lay strewn across my couch having contracted an affliction of fairly aggressive origination’s. A stomach bug that has my bowels in a headlock, my head in a catatonic state of quiescent consciousness, and I’m currently under the duress of a stomach knot so taught it’s like my blood vessels are having a tug of war! Being a weekend where I’m not even benefiting from the absence of work is punishing enough, worse still I’ve actually been granted a rare day of convalescence without the complacent intervention from outside interferences. Reducing me to only conservatory applications such as pouring a glass of water and tilting my head just enough to watch the television, in my current state of flatulent incapacity, concealed under textile duvet I’m less than inclined to publish anything of significance that isn’t concerned with specific manifestations of my condition, the development of this sudden malady or preventative remedies that I can utilise to alleviate its effects. So if you’ll excuse this swell of humiliating admittance’s, I need to attract the attention of my girlfriend so she can initiate the transference of my television and PlayStation into the bathroom.
What games (if any!) do you play when ill. Hope your feeling better than I am right now.
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.
If you’re as inquisitive, potentially neurotic and certainly harbouring myopic, distant tendencies as I do, then your probably frequently left pondering questions posed by friends, families and colleagues; is there really a superior being that watches over us? Will we ever truly reach a state of former prosperity after this recension? Is the sky green or are we all just merely colour blind? How has Keanu Reeves retained the status of “actor” without actually submitting any such vocations for over 2 decades? All very probing, intimately diverse conundrums, all requiring sufficient deliberation and level of sophisticated, detailed analysis, that even Stephan Hawking would struggle to evaluate such queries with a definitive and accurate hypothesis. But above all over routes of inquisitive enquiries, with incessant though passionate curiosity, is how I can refrain-with increasing abstinence-from Saturday night television, and alternatively devote my precarious time to gaming instead?
The sheer volume of allotted time I’ve apparently, negligently dedicated leaves many people with an apprehensive contortion, of perplexed bewilderment so clearly tethered across their complexion, with just the tiniest, discernible hint of resentment and perhaps even vague notion of pity, as though my methods should only be subtlety audible through hushed tones. To them such diligence to gaming is a propensity only reciprocated by an isolated teenager, bereft of any social interactions. What seems to escape these individuals is that I enjoy dispelling the monotony of laboured, wholly uninspired TV like colonic irrigation, rather than suffering the indignity of sacrificing the scattered increments of internal functions that deteriorate with an exertion of its incessant presence, accosting what little intellectual capacity that hasn’t been corrupted, by protecting it from further penetrating fissures. I don’t hold any concealed vendetta or a moralistic aversion to the proceedings, nor do I deliberately tarnish what appears to be a highly revered form of entertainment, but I simply nurture a considerable lack of empathy for regurgitated concepts, intent on reducing the general populace imagination for ingenuity, especially considering the abundance of talented on-line contributors ,without the collateral allurement afforded by television correspondence.
Besides all the negativity and menagerie of episodic comas, as well as putting aside my internal antagonism, there is a surprising, beneficial ramifications from regular television frugality. Its seems like a selfish request to depart from the vicinity of your partner in favour of the blissful accordance of your console, that cordially entices you like a burlesque dancer, with her alluring trappings and exotic persuasions. And though my girlfriend isn’t the least bit inclined to subvert my gaming aspirations with embittered resentment, nor does she associate with games in the similar, cathartic enthusiasm that my years of potentially excessive perspiration, have bestowed. But programmes that I perceive as derivative and repetitive, seem to enrich my girlfriends jovial persuasions, which as a consequence allows each of us the desired time–without the restrictive approximation of ourselves–to hinder the credible enjoyment you can have from being separated from one another, admitting the fabled hospitality of seclusion from each others presence. There’s a mutual solidarity in our embellished desires for alternate separatism, that allows for not only further allotted virtual exploits for myself, but a harnessing of your relationship.
But I’ve averted further from the point of this meandering article, which appears to be a flippant revulsion to the industry as an entity. The fact remains that I would rather preserve my resources parrying the advances of devilish abominations in God of War, or pirouetting gracefully with deadly, interspersed reprisals to any foe that attempts further blasphemous advancements upon my person in DMC, rather than observing a distressed individual, divulging bereaved sentiments of how they were inspired to belch vocalised diarrhoea to the nation–for “entertainment purposes”–after the tragic demise of their mother, due to the shock of witnessing her fateful dog being used as an inadvertent ramp for a fire engine, that was attempting to extinguish the flames that had enveloped their family home which is now a smouldering carcass. Perhaps I’m being slightly too remiss in conclusions and blatant supposition, but the only alternative to my futile ramblings, is that television is more emotive and absorbing than any game could ever be. Hmm? Interesting theory, but let me counter that argument with this one, retaliative gesture……*Powers up PlayStation*
Do you seek solace in the company of your games whilst others watch TV? Or can you majestically incorporate both? Let me know your thoughts on this almost irrelevant subject matter. Cheers.