How video games are keeping me sane
Listen, I was never a gamer. In fact I wasn’t even allowed to touch the super Nintendo my sister got in the 90s because it was hers and not mine and that’s on being the youngest. She allowed me the pleasure of playing Streetfighter maybe once and I had to be Chun-Li of course.
During the pandemic I was HEAVY into Animal Crossing and I mean heavy. I distinctly remember being in meetings fishing instead of paying attention to whatever non important thing was being discussed.
Prior to the pandemic I had already discovered working in corporate was a performance and we were all just the extras in the CEO’s story. I’m currently in Act II of the mundanity. I never really put in maximum effort at work in 2020 (because why? the only thing that is going to stress me out is me) and playing games never affected my work. Maybe we don't all need to be in the office 8 hours a day pushing keys.. but now I’m getting off topic. Back to what I was getting at.. I now have a pc hand held and it’s honestly my best purchase of 2025. This does not include my obsession with handmade watercolor paints. Two brands I’ve been loving are A.Gallo, Italy based and such creamy pigmented paints and Case for Making, SF based. Both use honey as binder (I’m pretty sure) which I usually hate but these paints are lovely!
These are the games I can’t get enough of and I find it so funny. Three of them are kind of similar but different font and then a random poker game. I play these on steam but all of them are on other platforms except Fields of Mistria.
I also no longer feel any type of way for playing these cute cozy games. Literally the world is in a state of disrepair let a girl have an escape. Everyone should enjoy what they want and the older I get the more I realize the people who hold onto what makes them happy have a sense of freedom about them. Being around adults who lost their spark is depressing. Because at the end of the day, if you are living life performing what you think you should be you aren’t really living you're just going through the motions of someone else’s story. And that simply could not be me.