playing games
Oct. 2nd, 2004 10:14 amI've come to the realisation that I am the only person I know who doesn't play games. I don't hate games; I just don't play them. Ballgames, cards, computer games, boardgames, betting, role-playing games... none of them interest me. It isn't that I've never played games. I have. At different times in my childhood I have tried all those games listed above, but they never held my interest. I have nothing against other people playing games. I figure, good for them if they derive enjoyment from them. Though I've never had much patience or understanding of the spectators. (As far as I can see, the whole idea of a game is in the doing. Watching it seems like the essence of futility.)
You might suspect that this lack of interest in games would make for a bored existence, devoid of fun. But this is the odd thing: I am never bored and I enjoy life more than anybody I know. I love the things I do, the creatures around me, all the wonderful fiction and non-fiction I read. My life is utterly brimming with fun. But no games. I wonder if there is a connection.
You might suspect that this lack of interest in games would make for a bored existence, devoid of fun. But this is the odd thing: I am never bored and I enjoy life more than anybody I know. I love the things I do, the creatures around me, all the wonderful fiction and non-fiction I read. My life is utterly brimming with fun. But no games. I wonder if there is a connection.