Honesty: Social Suicide.
Having only Saturday book outs isn't that bad a thing after all, not when I have my entertainment in the form of a DS. Blissful productivity is a way of thinking that time spent on the game is not time wasted, unlike doing nothing, which makes one commit mental suicide.
For the record, if I hadn't purchased the DS, I would have spent 35hours doing nothing this week. So instead of doing nothing, I did something by playing Pokemon Black, and these 35hours were well spent or so I feel. I mean...definitely much better spent than stoning or reading books trying to act sophisticated and well-read.
Remember my grouses the previous post about people bugging me for whatever book I'm reading? It happens on a much more uncontrolled scale when one plays Pokemon though. People really breathe down my neck just to watch a Pokemon battle, which is about as sophisticated as a BattleOn battle.
There are times when I can feel a sudden presence behind me, like the slightest bending of the back of my chair, or the gentlest breath on my hair, or the infinitesimal dimming of the ambiance, and when I turn around, I won't be disappointed with the bemused look of a friend, coupled with his incessant preaching on Pokemon and how to do battle, how to catch Pokemon, what type of ball to use, et cetera. It befuddles me to no end, but I don't really know how to turn down their kind advices without being offensive. They mean well after all. Or so I hope.
Seems like the power of Pokemon lives on, so much that Pokemon is a proper English word recognized by even Blogger.
We do learn a lot from simply playing Pokemon though. We learn that in life, you're egocentric--there's only one hero in the world and that hero is definitely you, whether you like it or not.
We learn that life, despite being in a 3-dimensional plane, has a 1-dimensional plot. Whether you like the options or not, you have to say Yes for the game to continue, for the plot to develop, for your life to go on. There is no escape.
We learn that in life, there'd always be nosey fucks (as phrased by WK) around exerting peer pressure on you, breathing down your neck in such a way that you feel you should respect their opinions and not form your own because as long as one person sounds strong and confident, people tend to lean towards him.
We learn that in life, words of wisdom comes whether you want it or not.
We learn that in life, thumbs are there for us to suck.
We learn that digital lifeforms don't have a mind of their own and thus would never pangseh us. They make better companions than your friends.
I'm starting to feel really restless though. I kinda miss chiongsua-ing. It's a real shame that just when I'm starting to get used to the SAR21, I don't really have to use it anymore. It makes me kinda depressed to be honest. And that's really weird.
I think the world would be a much better place if we didn't care about our image that much. I know I don't have that much of an image myself, but I don't admit to masturbation or watching porn to my family--I don't even use vulgarities at home. Sometimes, however, this isn't such a good thing--I can't tell my family members to get out of my room "because I want to watch porn and shake my dick".
If I were able to admit upfront my urges, perhaps I won't be as tortured as I am now, having to keep the door slightly open while listening to the slurping noises with only one earphone (the other ear being preoccupied with defense) and doing my hand sexercise with my pants half-down, with one hand read to ALT+Tab away at any hint of danger.
If I could admit upfront my needs, I could lock the door without any guilt. Heck, I could live without any guilt.
Then I wouldn't have had to fumble open an envelope.
-- 10/02/2011 02:35:00 AM