Every Other Day

I seem to only make it to the blog every other day at the moment, which is ridiculous because I have the week off work. I’m knocking around the house doing chores, walking into town running errands, and somehow filling each day with forgettable detritus.

I’ll keep quiet about Grand Theft Auto 5. Yes, I picked up a second hand copy of it, and yes, I’ve played it for a number of hours now, but I’ve already started to lose interest in it. I tend to deconstruct things in my head – and know that as soon as I start doing that with a video game, I’ll lose interest in it. I’ve started seeing through the veneer of the imaginary game world to the machinery underneath, and it’s killing it. The “uncanny valley” has been washed away by scripted lines, event triggers, and stock animations.

Maybe there’s a hint there about why I tend towards blogging rather than video games. It’s all about real people, isn’t it. When we post our thoughts out to the internet, we invite real people to connect with us. We sow the seeds of the chance to make new friends.

People are odd though, aren’t they. While ironing a shirt to wear this morning I listened to a chart-show style playlist, and started to take notice of the songs. They were all so polarised – “my girl wants me dead”, “I want to die without her”, “what’s the point of carrying on”, and so on. It all seemed so black and white. It got me thinking about somebody I have come to know through their blog that is having a tough time at the moment – and their daily swing from high to low. They have no middle-ground either. I’ve been sitting here, wondering if it’s to do with age, and life experience?

Maybe when we are younger, things really are more polarised? We have no life experience to fall back on, so endings really are endings – the idea that the world keeps turning is probably earned through bitter experience. I wonder how many times we have to wake up the next day feeling better about things to learn the lesson?

Anyway. I’m rambling. I have promised a certain 13 year old a visit to the coffee shop in town. I imagine she will order the most complicated drink possible (last week was a caramel frappuccino), while I stand there looking apologetic. Later.

5 Replies to “Every Other Day”

  1. Well as long as it’s not fortnite!! Lol

    It’s ok to take a break from blogging. You’re on vacation! Screens don’t need us as much as we think… (Says me who is typing into a screen first thing in the morning.) šŸ˜ŠšŸ™ƒā˜•

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  2. Your on vacation so why not blog every other day or not .Enjoy your family time. My other half is on vacation this week and yes I have been on but we have no kids to entertain. We have been doing some day things but the most part he is happy to just do whatever no routine ,no time limit. so its been nice. My son and him will be hiking this weekend so he is looking forward to that …well that said I’m just saying times change, so for now worry less about being on here and enjoy your family time.

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  3. Another insightful post.
    We are all here blogging our way through the ups and downs of that emotive subject – life.
    Started watching the new drama last night – Wanderlust – and rather enjoyed it. Great actors, contemporary take on life. Our 18 year old son even stayed down to watch it (usually disappears about 9 and we no longer insist he leaves all gadgets on charge downstairs. We did, when they were still at school, AND they did as they were told even though most of their contemporaries lay in bed til 1 scrolling).


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