Out of all the decisions one makes in the everyday, the priority that should top everyone’s list should be becoming the best version of themselves on behalf of everyone around them, as if everyone followed this as a guiding light in the realm of philosophical dictum, we would all literally benefit as a result. Of course, this is not how reality works in actuality, and we all greatly suffer as a result of a collective failing of empathetic thoughtfulness involved in the matter.

The only thing most people deserve this year from Santa for Christmas is a swift kick in the ass for being such whiny little shits

This is definitely one of those moments in time I never savor, in falling behind in my play schedule, as it makes dictating on my current title of choice a more difficult endeavor. In spite of my ample coverage of Expedition 33 (E33) thus far, my schedule the past two days has allowed for very little in the way of progress and making any real headway to speak of, meaning this is going to be quite the concerted improvisational attempt at riffing about nonsense involving E33, the player base it involves, and the annoying proclivities of the worst offenders, as I have about a thousand word quota I need to surmount, so we will see how well this comes out.

I’ve talked a lot about parrying recently, which in a fairness, is sort of a big deal to the overall minute to minute of how E33 plays out. I have no doubts there are loads of players who absolutely reject the notion of parrying, as they are the breed of individual who likes gaming for the themes, stories, and characters that any single title brings to the table, instead of its combat, which…fair enough. I will however, take this moment to mention just how bizarre I find this behavior at this point in time, as with the prevalence of video content shared online and streamers doing long plays of any particular game, one questions why this theoretical player who has so little regard for gameplay to begin with, doesn’t just let someone else handle the drivers seat, and fully commit to the role of passenger full stop. I suspect there are likely a couple of reasons for why this doesn’t happen, though each one queerer than the last.

To reiterate, while I am a big live and let live kind of guy, that doesn’t mean I simultaneously cease having opinions on those who inhabit the same space I do, act in odd and vastly peculiar ways, ways that generally make me scratch my head in complete dumbfounded curiosity. The phrase “don’t yuck someone’s yum” has always greatly annoyed me, as I can think of plenty of peoples “yums” that are absolutely abominable, and most certainly worthy of intense revolt, in representing some of the most foul and corrupt preferences on the face of the planet, and not yucking them as a passive bystander merely pretending to ignore such behavior is morally petulant behavior of the highest regard. I imagine many of the people who would espouse such a notion, likely weren’t thinking about that possibility however, and were more referencing their own sad insecurities, and attempting to dictate and otherwise try to control others in the process of their own pathetic shame and broken sense of sad self-esteem that keeps them up at night.

Digressing just ever so slightly back to my point about this languid conscientiously objector within the realm of gaming, I understand that not everyone is born with the same level of reflexes and cognitive capabilities, and that my own potentiality in the field was both random chance and beyond my control on some level, but I contend it has been my unwavering dedication and cultivation of discipline that has helped cement many practices, skill refinement, virtuous temperaments, and otherwise ardent efforts of unrelenting persistence that has granted me the ability to not just survive, but thrive within the virtual space. It is to that point, I thoroughly question how much any given individual has truly applied themselves before throwing in the towel, and giving up before any real energy was poured into self-betterment. If all of that is too much to ask, shouldn’t your next question be whether or not you have chosen recreational vocations with any wisdom or appropriate mindfulness in the matter? And is your lack of commitment in selecting a more consistent life style choice for yourself not sabotaging your own sense of self-worth and possible enjoyment of life itself in the process? The spine tingles just considering such thoughtless self-abasement.

This is the thing, and something I’ve touched on before with what I called “chicken nugget gaming”, which was sort of a critique on those who never really “grow up” in any meaningful sense. To clarify in the way of what I mean by growing up, I am not implying something as ridiculous as ceasing having fun, or putting aside that which is deemed childish, etc. I simply mean in a literal sense of self-development, and perpetuating a state of some level of progress and growth, not sitting in sad contentment of remaining in some kind of fetal state, as if one got to the doorsteps of puberty, and then threw a shit fit about mother nature being unfair, and generally taking glee in the immature showcase of temper tantruming about the place, instead of doing something meaningful or worthwhile with their time.

Unfortunately, my mood is one of a sour nature, so much like my rampancy involved with my aggravated sense of disappointment with others in the realm of stealth and the “turn signal paradox” I coined, so too do I shudder in thinking about people not even truly wanting to engage in their own hobby of choice, which has compounded even more terrifyingly with the advent of AI. We are at a point where people want so much of their own life automated, it is as if they just want to outsource the act of being themselves to someone else, whether that be a program or otherwise. I suggest if this be the case, one would be much better off in spending time in working on self-refinement, and improving their everyday standards by whatever means necessary, as to remain in a fugue state about one’s own life while they are currently living it is a fate worse than death. Ultimately, any given one of us has decades of life to spare while still on this Earth, why waste so much of that time that comes with the mad frivolity involved with throwing a pity party for oneself, instead of finding ways to give one a reason to genuinely celebrate their own sense of being in the face of the everyday?

People are the worst.

-Pashford