What am I doing?

Video Games...

What do they do for me? Distraction from reality, occupy my brain activities, drain my energies. They also are a meeting place of sorts between people: An alternative place to interact.

I've become increasingly dissatisfied with my gaming. They are great for awhile, each of them in their own way. They inspire me in some way, until the inevitable monotony sinks in. Where I realize I am not a unique part of the community, and there are millions of people out there doing exactly what I am doing.

I strive for uniqueness, but don't we all? Perhaps...

In these games I try to pick the alternative path, the path of the less chosen. Once down that path, I discover the others who have followed the same dream of uniqueness. At that point my interest wanes and I strive try another "unique" path, only to find futility and frustration. I'm trying to find the silver lining where there is none in these games.

My inner artist is fed like a junkie by these works of amazing creativity. I become inspired, amazed, and intrigued in these fantastic worlds. But, in the long run, all they have done is drain my own creative juices, filling my head with fantasy that will lead me nowhere.

I've got to figure out what the hell I want to do with the rest of my life. I've got to take responsibility for things, and not just bury my head in these illusions.

Fanatasy isn't a bad thing, but taking over my whole life is.

Been awhile since the last post. Been slumming in World of Warcraft of late, and burying myself in the PS2.

My buddy Ozymandious is trying to push me into doing my art stuff again. Well... prodding me to anyhow. I know its something I've gotta do for myself, but I'm really good at making excuses for myself.

I need a more... organized and hospitable environment to renew my creative talents. Been thinking through ideas to make this place more "art" friendly. Cleanliness, storage, lighting and workspace.

We'll see where this leads...

Depending on if I'm inspired tomorrow, I'll either visit Ikea or even the VAG(Vancouver Art Gallery) tomorrow.

Reunion Night

Showed up for my 11th year highschool reunion tonight.

Someone dropped the ball there eh? Actually, we were the first graduating class for our fine arts school, and we only had 40+ people in our grad class, with about another 50+ in the next years class. They combined the years, or it'd be a very small reunion. Very small had it just been our class. Out of the 40+ students of our grad class, only 15 showed up. Not so bad, the few people I didn't care to see show up, didn't, which made things easier.

Over the course of the night, my voice became a bit hoarse due to retelling my "story" of the past 11 years, and trying to talk over the ever increasing volume of the music for the "dance". We assumed they were trying to get people on the dancefloor, but only a few people did. Most people were just trying to catch up with each other and weren't interested in the dancing bit. Besides, the music jumped between 80's to 90's to 70's to 90's etc, making it a bit silly.

Besides the nitpicking, it was great to catch up with some of the people I remember from school, see where they've gone with their lives. Most are married, with kids, with few singles. Many look exactly as they did back then, some with a little more weight (me), some shockingly even looked younger. Typical reunion stories I guess.

Tomorrow, there is a BBQ in the local park, which I will probably show my face at for a bit, though I have to wake up before Noon, so that'll be a small stretch for me. (hehe)