Simulated lovin keeps me up all night
There was a time when it seemed that I spent every summer bed ridden. Summer, usually dedicated to bike rides, cocktails and road trips was replaced with injury. My body choose that perfect season to flare up, rejuvenate and basically be useless. While other girls unpacked flip flops and frilly skirts I unpacked my crutches.
My friends went away to the cottage and my other friends, pot head friends, weren't known for their compassion or house calls. But luckily I had a whole other social circle to dive into. I had the Sims. I had the Sims all day every day. I'd create myself, and that cute boy in my art class, and my sister and that girl I didn't like and basically anyone I wanted, because really the appeal of the game is You-Get-To-Be-God. That cute art class boy and I would kiss, my sister and I would dance to the radio and when September came around and my legs magically healed, my summer didn't feel like a waste.
One late summer night my parents, sick of my pale skin, snuck away my laptop, deleted my game and hid the disc. I was devastated. I was without companionship, I was without that sly art boy smile by my side. On every subsequent visit home I would do the walk-a-bout. Casually strolling through the house checking in cd cases, behind bookshelfs and in basement boxes.
Only last week did I finally find it.
Oh joy, oh man, oh wow.
Back in '99 when we bought the game, it wasn't mac compatible. So I excitedly trot the game over to Mike's PC. Pop in the game and squeal in delight. My eyes wide with anticipation and my hand eager on the mouse. Until 'CRACK!'. I open up the disc drive to find the c.d. shattered, my heart shattered. seriously. Years of waiting for the moment I could play the sims without my parents incessant nagging that "enough is enough!"
But some how the gods were smilling on me, clicking on the spinning green pyramid over my head and feeding me 'fun' 'comfort' and 'bags of chips'
...magically the game still friggen worked!
So I made me, I made my kitchen bright green, I bought an artists easel and a work bench where I can make gnomes. I covered my walls with paintings and bought the bed that looks just like my real bed.
I made Mike, well built and shirtless of course. I bought him a guitar and put it right next to his bed the way he likes it.
and then I stayed up till 6:30a.m. trying to make us fall in love. I can feel this addiction coming back and I suppose of all my addictions back in those days this one is the healthiest.
I dreamt of the sims.
This morning on my bike ride I imagined that spinning green pyramid over my head and my comfort level decreasing (becasue there's snow on the ground!). And with my limited funds I am yearning to buy the Sims Business expansion pack. (I could open my own coffee shop!).
I love my simulated world, love love love it. I make $400 a day, My plants never wilt, I have a maid and neighbors that stop by unannounced. The fridge is always full, I'm skinny, I have a snake skin couch and windows at eye level.
In that game my life is perfect. So dear creators of the Sims, you have found out how to tap everyones desires for profit. Well done!
and to my real life friends I won't be seeing you for a while, but I'll post pictures of the great times we're having in my simulated world.
My friends went away to the cottage and my other friends, pot head friends, weren't known for their compassion or house calls. But luckily I had a whole other social circle to dive into. I had the Sims. I had the Sims all day every day. I'd create myself, and that cute boy in my art class, and my sister and that girl I didn't like and basically anyone I wanted, because really the appeal of the game is You-Get-To-Be-God. That cute art class boy and I would kiss, my sister and I would dance to the radio and when September came around and my legs magically healed, my summer didn't feel like a waste.
One late summer night my parents, sick of my pale skin, snuck away my laptop, deleted my game and hid the disc. I was devastated. I was without companionship, I was without that sly art boy smile by my side. On every subsequent visit home I would do the walk-a-bout. Casually strolling through the house checking in cd cases, behind bookshelfs and in basement boxes.
Only last week did I finally find it.
Oh joy, oh man, oh wow.
Back in '99 when we bought the game, it wasn't mac compatible. So I excitedly trot the game over to Mike's PC. Pop in the game and squeal in delight. My eyes wide with anticipation and my hand eager on the mouse. Until 'CRACK!'. I open up the disc drive to find the c.d. shattered, my heart shattered. seriously. Years of waiting for the moment I could play the sims without my parents incessant nagging that "enough is enough!"
But some how the gods were smilling on me, clicking on the spinning green pyramid over my head and feeding me 'fun' 'comfort' and 'bags of chips'
...magically the game still friggen worked!
So I made me, I made my kitchen bright green, I bought an artists easel and a work bench where I can make gnomes. I covered my walls with paintings and bought the bed that looks just like my real bed.
I made Mike, well built and shirtless of course. I bought him a guitar and put it right next to his bed the way he likes it.
and then I stayed up till 6:30a.m. trying to make us fall in love. I can feel this addiction coming back and I suppose of all my addictions back in those days this one is the healthiest.
I dreamt of the sims.
This morning on my bike ride I imagined that spinning green pyramid over my head and my comfort level decreasing (becasue there's snow on the ground!). And with my limited funds I am yearning to buy the Sims Business expansion pack. (I could open my own coffee shop!).
I love my simulated world, love love love it. I make $400 a day, My plants never wilt, I have a maid and neighbors that stop by unannounced. The fridge is always full, I'm skinny, I have a snake skin couch and windows at eye level.
In that game my life is perfect. So dear creators of the Sims, you have found out how to tap everyones desires for profit. Well done!
and to my real life friends I won't be seeing you for a while, but I'll post pictures of the great times we're having in my simulated world.