The following text was intended to be the script for a full-length dictated video, but at my typical rate of speech, it would’ve ended up being over 40 minutes of video or so. Judging by how my typical sub-10 minute end of year videos don’t get viewed, I figured that the work wouldn’t be worth the effort for a video that only I would’ve cared about. The video form of this is heavily abridged and posted on my YouTube, but if you want to get the full thing, here’s the original script for that video. Writing this was more therapeutic for me than anything else, so if it seems self-indulgent, it’s because it was self-indulgent.
Content Warnings for discussions of depression, self-harm, and suicidal ideation
I intended to write this list out in a way that conveyed what each of these video games meant to me during the period of time that I played them, moreso than any critical response I had to them. This is why I will typically preface my analysis with the time period during which I was playing the game. Continue reading →
It was January 2015, apparently. I had forgotten that it was January 2015, I thought it was like July or August 2015 after I got grilled by my friends at a Kansas City Royals game regarding which Premier League soccer team I liked. But apparently, it was January 2015, according to tweets from that timeframe:
I’m gonna warn you before I begin, I’m going to get way off track in this post. Soccer is going to be somewhat auxiliary here. It’s important but it’s not the most important part of this whole deal. Content warnings for mentions of depression and suicidal ideation.
On August 6th, FOX broadcasted a baseball game between the Chicago Cubs and Kansas City Royals to a national audience. While watching this Royals team, who I thought to be completely dead in the water, earn thirteen runs to beat a strong Cubs team, I noticed an uncanny presence.
I stopped journaling during this whole thing. Initially I just sort of stopped thinking about it, then when I remembered that I wasn’t journaling I would think of how little I had to say. How many times could I write “This sucks, did the same thing today as yesterday, don’t care”?
There is a box on my dresser in my childhood bedroom, where I’ve been staying since the weekend and where I’ll be staying for the foreseeable future, or at least until the Summer. I used it, for years, as a place where I left assorted little trinkets and keepsakes, but the years that it spent in disuse have provided me a sort of time capsule for events I’ve attended in years past. Each stub has a story, both in the event to which it allowed me access and in the lessons and memories that I took away from them. Continue reading →
I’ve been dealing with the Coronavirus pandemic in many ways, some better than others. Here’s how I’ve been holding up in four different ways – Physically, Mentally, Socially, and Societally. Continue reading →