As I finally sit on Thanksgiving eve, pumpkin pie cooling in the kitchen, broccoli salad ready to be eaten, I decide to play Sims Bustin' Out (yes I'm fully aware I'm about 10 years behind on catching the Sims bus).......after playing the game for an hour or so I truly can't decide if I love or hate the game.
I love it because not only do I get to be in total control of someone (which, let's face it, is my big dream), I get to be in total control of a dumb, white-trash chick hand model. I love it because it makes me realize that life could be worse.....my name could actually be Wendy, I could trot around town in a halter top on a scooter and I could be living with a jobless, idiot of a roommate named Mimi.
I hate it because instead of living a life - I'm watching a life being lived. I hate it because for some stupid reason it takes Wendy two hours to take a bath and get dressed. I hate it because I lose complete track of time when playing - when on the game it has been three days.....I feel like I've been playing for 30 minutes…..yet somehow close to two hours has passed....
I both love and hate it because I have found that I am fully capable of playing it with no effort lying on the couch after a few glasses of wine.
I can see why people become addicted to this game.......but, I think in the end, I will choose to actually go visit friends, go shopping and show up for my job instead of living vicariously through "Wendy" - after all I'm in control.
3 comments:
You make it sound as if Wendy is a bad name. My mom's name is Wendy. What's wrong with Wendy?
I get called Wendy at least once a week......while it isn't a bad name, it isn't my name.
Oh.
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