Well, I thought I’d give you an update as to, well, time in general. For convenience’s sake I’ll divide it into three sections because I know how much you people like order and the lack of chaos.
The Past
Well, I'm obviously out of school. I had a bit of a snaffoo because I unfortunately started thinking a bit. Thinking, as I have said a few times before, is a bad thing to do. You make connections, you realize things (or tell yourself you do), and you sort of unveil the carefully placed shroud you've used to surround reality, and what you see behind the curtain certainly isn't suitable for children.
So, in a prompt response to the continuing cycle of depression, despair, and that most wretched of thought patterns, nihilism, I went out and did something I hadn't done for the entire school year: I bought a MMORPG. What this means to those not used to such, shall we say "geekish", terminology is a Massively Multiplayet Online Roleplaying Game. Basically, it's an online video game where you make a character, run around, and SMASH things. It is possibly the most addicting thing you can do that does not involve harming your body in some way other than atrophy, loss of sleep, and avoidance of obligations social, physical, and sleepical. It is practically a complete escape from reality. But not only that, you participate in such a way that it surpasses books, TV, and movies because you actually have an active role.
So I did that Thursday. I was torn away from my new escape world (which happens to be superheros and crime-fighting, in case you're wondering), by our annual trip up Mt. LeConte. If you know me, and I assume you know me better than you would like, I have Mt. LeConte shirts up the wazoo. It gives the false impression that I hike frequently or feel some sort of accomplishment from conquering said mountain. Both are far from the truth. My father, who at some future point I may virulently verbally tear to pieces in some future entry, forces us to go with him because as far as I can tell, he's a sadist (or he wants to spend time with us, but like I said, sadist). He's also terribly out of shape, so it makes the entire thing a masochistic experiment for him and the one thing he can do to prove to himself he's still a man. It takes him at least twice as long as it takes Carrie and I, of course, but go figure. It also costs $91 per person to stay in the cabins I don't like, don't need, and don't want at the top. But he forces us anyway. Not to mention getting up at 5:45 to go see fog where the sun rises, or so the legend goes. So that was my weekend. Not too pretty, but it's only once a year. I did get another T-shirt though.
Then there was yesterday which, like President Chester A. Arthur, was not a complete failure. Given the relatively large number of participants in our expedition to Pigeon Forge, the distance and unfamiliarity, and the lack of clear, set plans as to where to go, it went quite well. I, being the pessimist I am (and just as a side note, I'm a shining, hopeful optimist compared to my father, but that's for another time. Just thought I'd throw that out for you psyche experts out there), figured the entire thing was destined for failure. I was pleasantly surprised. No one died, no one got drugged or knocked up, and only one person broke down in tears, but it was completely understandable (oh ye sadists, how can you sleep at night?). Although it did cost a fairly sizeable amount of money (about $45, but I'm a do nothing cheapskate, so that's a lot!), otherwise I can't complain much.
Basically it consisted of the sort of endeavors you see and avoid until that one time you do them just to say you've done them. Then you never realistically consider them again. We went to HillBilly Golf first. I honestly cannot understand why there aren't more homicides on the gold course. I mean, really. Golf has got to be one of the most infuriating games out there. It's slow, monotonous, and for someone who's horrible with distances like I am, it makes one almost as mad as gay-marriage protestors. Not quite as angry, but close. Then, if memory serves (and it doesn't), we ate. I drew a series of childish pictures because I needed something to do. It was...different. Then we walked around a bit and went to see a "4D movie experience" that consisted of moving chairs simulating an economically inefficient log flume and an obviously inebriated robotic soldier. Some people's rides didn't work so they got refunds. I got jipped $14. Eh, easy come... And then we went to the "Mysterious Mansion." It was typical as these things go, nothing too extraordinary. It's run by sadists and brings out the general state of paranoia we all now possess. You know things are going to happen, but even then you can't suppress that instinctual urge of self-preservation. I tried out the tactic of invoking humor and laughing maniacly which had mixed results. Even in broad daylight, a man in even a simple mask advancing towards you is going to make you a tad disturbed. They're bully sadists. And you pay them for it. It's symbolic of something, I'm sure. And then we bought taffy and went home.
Overall, it went well. What intrigues me the most about the entire thing, though, was that the best and most distressing part of the entire "adventure" was the other people. My peers, if you will. Well, in other words, you. I enjoy being around other people, but under certain conditions. I think the single thing that gives me the most pleasure in life is the laughter of others. Generally it's the laughter of others with me, but I'll take what I can get. I don't even mind talking about non-comical subjects. But it's the silence that really bugs me. Awkward silences, as I think of them, are the most annoying feature of social interaction. It makes me feel guilty for not contributing, for "failing" everyone else. And that sends me into a state of depression. So the only remedy I can think of is to let my innate eccentricites out and go crazy, which I do with varying success. That, or make a crack about hobos and their general state of not-aliveness. Whatever works.
The Present
Well, as of now I've been spending all day playing that blasted game. I'm telling you, these things are addicting. Like drugs, except legal and cheaper. And I'll keep doing it too, because there's nothing any of you could do to dissuade me. Not that you'd have a reason to try. Just thought I'd let you know.
The Future
However, the idea of spending my entire summer playing a game isn't all that appealing. So, I'm going to try to make a blog entry every single day in addition to the Abner blog. Whether it's Perse, Anarchy, Evil, this one, or my upcoming drama which may or may not happen, I'd like to get one entry in a day. Results may vary, but hopefully I can keep it up. Another thing I'd like to do is walk more. So I'll do that. I'd also half-like to do social things like yesterday with others, but that requires money so unless you have any ideas about free stuff and want to take me along, we'll just have to trash that un'. So keep an eye out, I know you've nothing better to do.
And that's about it. Yes, it was long. But, really, staring at walls isn't all it's cracked up to be.
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