I couldn’t be bothered to pick up a controller, so I typed this post instead.
Or do you sleep all day and wallow in self-pity?
But I turned on my video games, and the clouds went away.
Meena: “I heard you like video games.”
Jake: “I love video games! Playing them is my favourite hobby.”
Meena: “What kinds do you play?”
Jake: “I only play games made before 1991.”
Meena raised one eyebrow and tilted her head.
Jake scratched his head.
Meena: “I’ve heard there are some classic games made before 1990. But have you even considered trying some newer games?”
Jake: “I… uh…”
Jake screwed up his face. His lips mouthed words, yet he now uttered nothing intelligible.
Meena went home. She slammed the door behind her so hard that a porcelain vase, which was close to the door, shook and fell to the ground, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces. While Meena fell asleep at home, Jake was still standing there; his bubbling lips still trying to form words.
What would that feel like? What would happen?
What would you do?
Or do they consume you?