End of Twitter and gaming, becoming an Uncle

 I’m leaving Twitter for good after April 16^th.  I’m going to try to only post there next week for Easter, AJ Michalka’s Birthday and Callie Day, as well.  I need to get out of this 2020 “siege mode” mentality, and that means no more Fire Emblem, no more Twitter and no more voice actors or characters from Three Houses or Engage.  I can play with Rise, Akihiko, Chrom and Lucina, but that’s because I associate those who play them with Critical Role, not Twitter or Engage.  It’s time to grow up, move on and become an adult.  I’ve been seeing myself as being too childish, that’s because I’ve been stuck in the animosity Twitter cultivates and encourages, that Three Houses and Engage place you in.  They teach you to hate your enemies, fight mercilessly, below the belt and never forgive, which is Satan’s way.  I am coming as prodigal, coming back from pointless, political hatred that made me hate my family and hold onto hate I had for a whole decade.

 

I don’t really like video games.  I’ll play to get to Noel Seeker, but I don’t really care to complete that upcoming game.  That’ll also be the last time I play to hear a voice actor in a game.  I actually prefer card and board games because there’s more personal interaction and time for conversation.  I never thought I’d say that, but video games take too much concentration and stress to be enjoyable and should be done alone.  Also, once you turn 20, Mario loses its appeal when you find all that expansion art of Peach and want to write stories where a self-insert has sex with an expanded version of her.  Then, Nintendo will make something you wish was canon harder to argue to be canon on the internet, so you’ll feel alone and that thing will get you in trouble at Church and people like extreme caricatures of people at Church pretty much replace one of the two major political parties so you worry you’ll die for it every single day and it isn’t until another Nintendo franchise has it canonically that you’ll be okay, but then you’ll become psychotically obsessed with the characters and actors and their significant others, then when you realize what you’ve done, you’ll realize you’ve become the biggest menace you’ve ever been and these people are not your friends, they don’t want to hear your inane ramblings and don’t care if you commit suicide in loneliness.  So, you have to seal it away from you for life, for their safety and so you can return to happiness.

 

Or, you could stick to card games and board games and not deal with this at all, and if you get obsessed with a musician, you just need to spend a couple years broadening your horizons, re-examining your priorities, spreading your interests.  Then, you can go back and maybe you still like it among your interests, or maybe it doesn’t interest you anymore because you’ve outgrown it.  Either way is fine and acceptable, nobody is judging you.  Nobody has the right to tell you your board games, card games or music is sending you to Hell or making you a bad role model, ideally, you can like it for any number of reasons.  This is the lone place where my last grudge with the GOP lies, I have been afraid for a long time that someone more rigid than I would take away my CDs of LGBTQ+ singers like Miley Cyrus, Rob Halford, Brandi Carlile or Tegan and Sara, or artists that aren’t “family friendly,” like Miley Cyrus, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne, Sammy Hagar, Whitesnake or Dio.  Yes, rock stars swear.  Yes, rock stars sing about sex.  Yes, I know what it all means.  Am I going to go out and have sex?  No.  Am I going to tell Jonah about sex or cuss words?  I doubt he’d understand right now, he’s not even a month old.  But I wasn’t planning on playing explicitly sexual songs or songs with swears or even loud songs around him until he was over ten at least.  Metal is on his playlist for when he’s ready and because it’s part of who I am, I am the uncle who gets jazzed up to “Crazy Train,” “Breaking the Law” and “Paranoid.”  But for now until at least 7, let’s stick to “Blue Suede Shoes,” “Achy Breaky Heart,” “Yellow Submarine,” “Hey Elvis,” “The Climb,” “Malibu,” and if my brother and sister-in-law allow, “no tears left to cry” "Every Mother's Son," "You Keep On Moving," "Victim of Love" and “Wanted Dead or Alive.”