It's a sad day...
Lately I've come to the conclusion that I can't take my entire life to Toronto with me even though a huge part of me doesn't even plan on coming back to BC. But after 7 years of living on my own I've acquired enough collections that bringing them all with me just isn't viable.
This means that I will be selling my records, DVDs, books and, most painfully, most of my video games.
I think that the hardest part will be getting rid of all my games. I have managed to keep every game I've ever owned, with the exception of a couple Master System games when Playstation came out, and that has left me with over 100 games from the following consoles;
Sega Master System
Sega Genesis
NES
SNES
Gamecube
Wii
Ds
(I didn't even bother including any psx or PS2 games since 90% of them are burnt anyways)
I think the hardest part of all of this is the way that I always thought that I would be able to show my kids my old games one day and pass them on. I was always so excited at the thought of showing them how much technology has progressed in such a short time. Chances are they wouldn't even care and would make fun of me for it but it's always been in my mind.
I KNOW KNOW KNOW that I will not be able to part with my SNES but it still makes me sad. I guess part of growing up is leaving the things that you love, and I know that the second I post these things to Ebay there is no turning back. Is it weird that I am so hesitant to get rid of a bunch of time wasting plastic? Maybe so, but they were ALWAYS there for me when I was sick and never judged me when I couldn't go out in the rain, or when my mom wouldn't let me go to summer camp.
And then there's the ridiculous memories. Of playing Wonder Boy in Monster Land with my dad and having him swear a whole bunch because he couldn't beat the final dragon. My dad hated video games but he played them because I enjoyed them. Other than giving me money that was the only love he ever really showed me. Or when I was 7 years old and I called my older brother an asshole and he took a baseball bat to my NES. I called my mom at work crying my face off and she came home with a brand new Super Nintendo.
I hate this. I am fucking crying now over a bunch of stupid videogames. What the fuck is wrong with me these days. I am finally over the flu and feeling healthy and now my head gets all fucked up. This isn't me. I don't stress. I don't worry. I don't think about negative things. I DON'T HAVE PANIC ATTACKS... But now I do... I do stress. I do worry. I do think about negative things. And worst of all, I do have panic attacks. Over videogames apparently. Over admitting I'm sick. Over wearing oxygen in public. Over the looks I get. That's the worst part... People look at you. I didn't believe my mom when she told me that you can feel people looking at you when you wear oxygen in public, but you do... you can FEEL them. Staring. Judging. Pitying. So I don't wear it. I still do fine without it. As long as I have plenty of time, which I always do these days, and can find a parking space that is reasonably close.
How do sick people do it. I've never had to ask myself this question before because I've never been sick *shifty eyes* Most of my friends growing up didn't know I was sick. Most of my friends in highschool thought that I had a cough because of the massive amounts of pot that I smoked. But now.. now I can't work. I've had to move back in with my parents. I live in a shit town with shit people where everybody my age is a drunken cokehead. All of my Vancouver friends ditched me when I stopped drinking and smoking pot. So i sit at home. I spend hours on end staring at the computer and TV. I play my games and I hate my life. And it all comes back to my games.
I am going to be awake for atleast another 3 hours tonight and I will probably sit here and play some Chrono Trigger. Maybe next week I'm play Earthbound. Or FF3. I don't even know anymore. Even the lovely mind numbing beauty of Super Nintendo can't help me now...
But I'm droning on... so I'll stop... and I'll stare.
PS. Buy my stuff!
This means that I will be selling my records, DVDs, books and, most painfully, most of my video games.
I think that the hardest part will be getting rid of all my games. I have managed to keep every game I've ever owned, with the exception of a couple Master System games when Playstation came out, and that has left me with over 100 games from the following consoles;
Sega Master System
Sega Genesis
NES
SNES
Gamecube
Wii
Ds
(I didn't even bother including any psx or PS2 games since 90% of them are burnt anyways)
I think the hardest part of all of this is the way that I always thought that I would be able to show my kids my old games one day and pass them on. I was always so excited at the thought of showing them how much technology has progressed in such a short time. Chances are they wouldn't even care and would make fun of me for it but it's always been in my mind.
I KNOW KNOW KNOW that I will not be able to part with my SNES but it still makes me sad. I guess part of growing up is leaving the things that you love, and I know that the second I post these things to Ebay there is no turning back. Is it weird that I am so hesitant to get rid of a bunch of time wasting plastic? Maybe so, but they were ALWAYS there for me when I was sick and never judged me when I couldn't go out in the rain, or when my mom wouldn't let me go to summer camp.
And then there's the ridiculous memories. Of playing Wonder Boy in Monster Land with my dad and having him swear a whole bunch because he couldn't beat the final dragon. My dad hated video games but he played them because I enjoyed them. Other than giving me money that was the only love he ever really showed me. Or when I was 7 years old and I called my older brother an asshole and he took a baseball bat to my NES. I called my mom at work crying my face off and she came home with a brand new Super Nintendo.
I hate this. I am fucking crying now over a bunch of stupid videogames. What the fuck is wrong with me these days. I am finally over the flu and feeling healthy and now my head gets all fucked up. This isn't me. I don't stress. I don't worry. I don't think about negative things. I DON'T HAVE PANIC ATTACKS... But now I do... I do stress. I do worry. I do think about negative things. And worst of all, I do have panic attacks. Over videogames apparently. Over admitting I'm sick. Over wearing oxygen in public. Over the looks I get. That's the worst part... People look at you. I didn't believe my mom when she told me that you can feel people looking at you when you wear oxygen in public, but you do... you can FEEL them. Staring. Judging. Pitying. So I don't wear it. I still do fine without it. As long as I have plenty of time, which I always do these days, and can find a parking space that is reasonably close.
How do sick people do it. I've never had to ask myself this question before because I've never been sick *shifty eyes* Most of my friends growing up didn't know I was sick. Most of my friends in highschool thought that I had a cough because of the massive amounts of pot that I smoked. But now.. now I can't work. I've had to move back in with my parents. I live in a shit town with shit people where everybody my age is a drunken cokehead. All of my Vancouver friends ditched me when I stopped drinking and smoking pot. So i sit at home. I spend hours on end staring at the computer and TV. I play my games and I hate my life. And it all comes back to my games.
I am going to be awake for atleast another 3 hours tonight and I will probably sit here and play some Chrono Trigger. Maybe next week I'm play Earthbound. Or FF3. I don't even know anymore. Even the lovely mind numbing beauty of Super Nintendo can't help me now...
But I'm droning on... so I'll stop... and I'll stare.
PS. Buy my stuff!