Originally posted by Sofia Hariz
Dear Video Games,
How are you? I know it’s been a while. Things have been busy lately – I’ve been trying to deal with life… or whatever. Having a full-time job and friends I enjoy hanging out with outside of a computer screen (don’t get any ideas!) has made it hard to spend as much time with you as I used to a few years back. Things have changed, I know, and it’s mostly my fault. Mostly.
I know you’re shaking your head right now – I do mean mostly though, because nowadays you demand more of my time than you used to. I love the fact that you wanna spend hours on end with me, and often kind of force me to (always enjoyable of course!) – it’s just that I don’t have that time anymore.
Our honeymoon days are over, my dearest. You gotta accept that. I know we were made for each other. You’ve been part of my life for a very, very long time, and I gotta say that as I’ve reached my mid-20s I realize now more than ever that we were meant to be together. We just gotta work on our relationship a bit more, now that I’m an adult and have bills to pay, for the both of us. Time management is our biggest challenge, I suppose.
And yes, sometimes I do enjoy spending time with some of your friends rather than be with you, whether it be the ones on the big screen or in my headphones. We can’t spend time together all the time – no healthy relationship works that way. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s just that I enjoy how I only need a few hours with them as well to be…satisfied, if you catch my drift. And you enjoy their company once in a while too, right? We had fun together with Kendrick Lamar that time we roamed the streets of Los Santos, remember?
I know you disapproved of me hanging out with Jessica Jones the other day though – I thought it would only be for an hour or two. We just lost track of time, and suddenly the entire weekend had gone by… I’m sorry for that one, honestly. We just had a lot of fun, she was a fresh breath of air… not that you aren’t.
Of course I get tempted by others, you know what kind of person I am. But I’ve dismissed a lot of them because I want to dedicate my time to you. I still haven’t spent any time with the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D because of you… I hope you understand that sacrifice.
This kind of marriage isn’t for everyone – although I want it to be when it comes to us. We just gotta find our own groove. People say this is the ideal moment in life to do it, and I know your parents keep telling the both of us that you were made for me at this time in my life, young and fresh-faced, yet passed the age of drinking restrictions and graduations… I just don’t see how. Maybe when I’m a few years older and have adapted to “adult-living”…. maybe then we can spend every weekend together again. Maybe. I just need to figure stuff out.
I hope you’ll forgive me. I want you to know that I think about you all the time. When I wake up, before I go to sleep. At work, during breaks. Hell, even when I’m hanging out with others – you’re constantly on my mind. I just need to spend time doing other things right now. I’m not saying it’s a break…I just need some space once in a while. For my own sanity’s sake. I don’t wanna get angry at you like I have in the past.
And I hope you remember how I ALWAYS know which buttons to press correctly – have I ever upset you? Made that red light blink? I didn’t think so.
I promise that at some point, when the stars are aligned, work isn’t as busy and my friends are all occupied with dirty nappies and regretting their life decisions, I will spend an entire weekend with you, if not more. Just you, me and a bottle of whiskey, like old times. We’ll stay up together ‘till sunrise. You’ll make me smile like you always do, I’ll make you all lively like I used to, and time will be forgotten. I’ll learn about all the new things you’re up to, the awesome things people are saying you’ve achieved the past few months.
For people are talking about you – a lot. About your beautiful wastelands, beautiful tombs and galaxies far, far away. You change so much, and it’s hard to keep up, but I will. I will. I’m leaving my rage-quitting days behind me.
I love you. I want to explore your wastelands. Soon.
Let’s meet up soon and pretend it’s our honeymoon-days. I’ll bring the whiskey, you bring the good times.