Saving thumbs everywhere...

Video games are dumb. If this was actually being read by anyone I could probably successfully guesstimate losing a lot of support from these imaginary readers. But that's just it... The people who care enough about backing up video games to get mad at a person who doesn't is an imaginary reader I wouldn't mind losing anyway. For awhile now our world has revolved around fantasy. Think about it. We try very VERY hard to follow (not just on twitter) others lives, and then do the best we can to mirror them. We treat athletes, musicians, actors and actresses, rich people, pretty people etc. differently because they are the only ones allowed to set the standard right? The world tells us all that they are literally the only people we have to look up to, so we do as we are told. So with this madness already going on, this basic stalking that has become our everyday tv, magazines, and internet, the world tells kids they need video games too. I challenge you to find an apartment somewhere on a college campus, or a grade school household that does not have a little box somewhere in it that contributes to consuming the lives of the place's inhabitants in just one more way. Just one more step toward putting ourselves into the life of another and playing as if you are them. Taking on a new, better, more improved self, and tapping into that any time you want. That's SICK people. Now bare with me. Video games are great fun to some, not me, and I'm clearly not suggesting that video games should be banned or that children are all now under mind control. But seriously... 8, 9, 10 hours a day for some people? Excuse me parents? Make your kid go out in the sun for heaven's sake. "But that's what makes him happy". Well I like skittles but every now and then I try real strawberries not just the fake flavoring, and guess what? Every time it's better. I'm sorry, but Jimmy can enjoy it in moderation I think. Just be glad Jackie Robinson wasn't playing MLB video games when he was changing the world in REAL life. So with that said, all you imaginary 14 year old blog followers who are reading this listen carefully: Go find a ball and throw it as far as you can in one direction. Then, you're going to run and get it, and repeat this action until Momma has the pot roast ready. After completing this several thousand times until you're old enough to ask girls out, enjoy living full and physically fit lives with only me to thank for the new-found comfort in your thumbs.