I'm just gonna say it: video games...
No, really. I want to like them, but 99% of everything game related I see anymore is a stream of bloody stool in the drinking water...
Every game since about 2004 has been a disappointment... even the few I liked. The disappointments are getting bigger and the likability is becoming fewer and farther between...
Companies that at one time changed the way I lived and though, are now things I look down in disgust at... Series that once were at the core of my being they were so beloved to me, are now points of contempt for me.
As a child I knew the world was a terrible place... so my closest point to innocent joy was gaming, something that one wouldn't think would just go away with age, like normal childhood... but as I grow older the industry is tearing that one simple pleasure away from me...
I guess it's true that no one escapes the destruction of their innocence...not even those who had none. I try to live day by day, making the best of things... but so many things I once loved have betrayed me that I'm always filled with a near boiling rage...
I'm not sure whether I'm a pessimist for seeing these horrible things... or an optimist for trying to believe it's still ok... I am forced to question myself now, as to whether it all meant anything... all the things I've done... was there a point? I'm still here, still working on my art that I'll never be good enough, nor patient enough, to sell; still jobless; still alone... and now I realize all of my life is wasted on some crappy obsession that turned into a curse... all because of video games... because they were once so grand and are now so...not.
It stabs at my being to admit it, even to myself, but I can't avoid it... I hate video games...