Ever had one of those days when your so depressed, you seem like everything that used to be fun to you is too boring to do?
I am. And it’s been happening for awhile. The reasons? There’s plenty. Maybe it was the way Beel treated me in Wurm. It could be that.
I believe it’s from the games I have played. Games like Spore, Gmod, and Wurm. I believe that Spore caused my depression due to it’s boring Space stage. I mean, it seems like ALL you do is get as much money as you can. Get the best spice. All I hear anymore on Facepunch is how to get the biggest payout in Spore.
That really zapped my fun. It feels like the thing is lacking big time.
I have stated what it lacked before. With the lack of missions, and how it just didn’t seem “fun” to me. You can’t hang out with your creations in Space stage. I don’t think ANY mod.. will make it fun in my eyes.
Even when I heard about Spore, I wasn’t excited about it. I didn’t care about it. It just didn’t sound like my kind of game. Yet, it’s stuck in my head, pestering me about how much of a failure it is.
There’s another reason I say “Spore sappin’ mah fun!” Due to what has happened in Gmod and Wurm; how everything I do seems to fail. When it came to making a dragon creature, thinking I could control my obsession like this, turned into another failure because I couldn’t get the damn thing to look like a dragon.
It wanted to turn my dragon into an ape.
With Gmod. Like I said it seems like everything I do fails. When I tried to build a boxcar with working doors, the sliders spazzed on me.
And with Wurm… well. If you read my old blog in the past before I turned it into a personal forum, it also had it’s share in failures. With my island failure, and rock tiles, and… ugh.
And, angry blames himself for all of this. All of the pain these three games have caused me. He lets it eat himself up and refuses to listen to reason, making it very irritating.
On top of it, my grandmother had a heart attack a few weeks ago, but survived. But is suffering from memory loss. I feel she will die near Christmas.
If this happens, it will be the #1 thing that ends my enjoyment. And possibly my reason to live.