Still AngrySorry for not updating for two days, but honestly that whole story I wrote about a few days ago still has me very pissed off.
Plus, I thought it would kind of undermine the point of it if I followed it up with "A funny thing happened at the Auction House today..."
I spent some time really thinking about why the story made me so angry.
Sure, I could say it was the shoddy parenting, but I don't even know if that's the case. Maybe they had tried every other possible solution and this was a last resort. Maybe they were just hoping to help out a son they loved very much.
Besides, I've seen enough horrendous parenting in my time that that really shouldn't bother me as much as this did.
Yes, of course much of my anger relates to the fact that he was beaten to death by teachers who were assigned to help him, to help make his life better. They were obviously insane to use such punishment and anyone would be outraged by it.
Again, though... I've seen all of that before. I've seen people in power abuse that power and the people under their authority.
I'm very jaded and cynical.
You know, in case you hadn't noticed.
I think what really pushed me over the line here is that they treat video games and the internet like it's some form of sickness, a disease, a virus that turns us into helpless automatons.
If we were spending hours a day working out or jogging or what the hell ever, nobody would say shit to us. We'd all stand around checking our pulse and talking about our resting heart rate, and thinking how freaking normal we all are.
If we spent twelve hours a day training for football or hockey or whatever, they'd slap us on the back and give us a jacket with a letter on it. We could stand around pumping our veins full of steroids and assaulting drunken cheerleaders, and thinking how freaking normal we all are.
But you pick up a damned controller for more than fifteen minutes a week and suddenly you're some sick, addicted bastard with no ability to control our own actions or emotions. Suddenly all the wonderfully normal joggers and quarterbacks will look down on us with disdain like we are somehow mentally ill.
What the hell?!
Not everything is an addiction. Not everything is some mental illness.
Stop making excuses. Stop trying to find reasons why we don't fit into your perfect little definition of perfectly normal people.
Maybe we don't want to throw a ball and then carry a ball and then run the ball around the other guys who want to take the ball.
Maybe I don't want to run through the park pumping my arms and trying to get into the eight minute group.
Maybe I just want to sit down and play a game, a nice quiet game that I enjoy.
And maybe... Just maybe... If I REALLY enjoy it, I'll want to do it every day.
That doesn't mean I'm sick or obsessed or addicted. It doesn't mean I need to see a councilor or a therapist or be sent off to a camp.
WE'RE NOT SICK.
Sure, we may not be what the rest of the world calls "normal".
I don't know about you, but I'm okay with that.