Maturity
A lot of times I find myself romanticizing my childhood. Beyond the fact that my childhood was really nothing special — and was punctuated by some truly stupendous parental infighting — this is a fallacy.
Know why? Because every time I wanted a new video game when I was a kid, I had to beg for it. Literally: on the knees, almost-crying, begging. Now? I not only have the means to purchase video games if I want them, I no longer have the watchful, caring eye of my mother to prevent me from playing for seven or eight consecutive hours. Adulthood sucks a lot of time, but I gotta admit: this is pretty fucking sweet.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a video game that came out today that requires my attention. And no one is here to stop me.
