When Life Hands you Lemons

I just came up with another theory of life.

What if God exists and works concurrently with science and multiverses?

What if I am here, in my life, living out my purpose in my own multiverse, while the other people in my life are alternate personalities of people who live completely different lives from their own point of view in other multiverses?

Hypothetically, my life to me is what is happening right now to everyone. The people around me aren’t actually reacting in a way they know–they’re reacting in a way that was caused by my actions. But in another universe, I can be in someone else’s reality doing something that I don’t know about, living a completely different life. What if we’re all puppets in other peoples’ realities?

It’s completely absurd, I know. But waking up early to go eat Beth’s will cause you to do things like this late at night.

it’s been a few months since mw3 came out, and i’m just now picking it up to play. I’m playing the campaign right now

oh god why am I doing this to myself

this is, hands down, probably the worst game I’ve ever played. seriously.

the game told me that aim assist is on. Well, I have dignity. so I went and turned it off only to find out that it’s still on with no way of turning it off. Since when were autoaim and aim assist different things? it’s the same bullcrap.

I’m playing this on hardened right now. there was a part where I was supposed to “fight my way to [area].” after a while, my teammates went on and told me to hurry up, and finding that they were already there, I decided to try to run there too, dying in the process. I try again (loading takes way too long) to find that the enemies are only shooting at me and they never stop spawning anyway. what the. the only way you can increase the difficulty in your game is to make a higher percentage of the enemies shoot at the player? the only way to increase the difficulty is by reducing the usefulness of the teammates? What is this bull?

all of this crap points at the fact that this game was made for common gamers–gamers who don’t play games on a usual basis. the inability to turn autoaim off makes this game crap in the competitive scene, which is usually PC anyway. this game was geared toward console gamers–gamers who play casually (admit it–the games with the highest skill cap are all on PC).

what does this say? it says that infinity ward has managed to make a bad game marketable. this isn’t a game. it’s garbage. but people buy it and eat it up because 1) it’s so easy and 2) they don’t know any better.

gtfo, infinity ward.

stop setting a low standard for games.

edit: not to mention the stupidly cliche storyline.

I think I know why I’ve been feeling so lonely.

It’s because I’ve been trying to live at home like I was living at retreat.

I see people every day and hang out, but when the weekend rolls around, or when I’m home alone, suddenly I feel super alone.

I don’t know if it’s a bad or good thing, but I need to stop trying to get used to this feeling.

I don’t want to have these feelings of loneliness anymore.

So I think I’m just going to embrace being alone for once.

Before I get married.

Or have kids.

It’s gon’ be great.

Went to the movies yesterday.

Saw Act of Valor. The usual, plot-driven, stolen-idea action movie, but with real marines. Pretty intense, though.

Anyway, I was thinking on the way there about how there is always some clip before the movie starts that kindly asks people to turn their phones off and to be quiet during the movie. And then I thought about in a real theater, there’s someone (usually the protagonist) that comes out and does the same (please silence all cell phones; unwrap all loud candy…). When you go to a concert, it usually goes without saying, right?

Wrong. People don’t seem to understand that you’re supposed to hold your coughing, sneezing or phone calls until intermission or between movements. But it was dead silent in the theater, with the exception of people chewing loudly on popcorn. What does that say about people?

Do we really live in a society where we give a movie more respect that a theater production? We give more respect to a machine than to a group of performers who only got there through countless hours of hard work?

This kind of thing just irks me. But with the way live performance art seems to be going, movies will be all we’ll have left.

And then we’ll forget what it truly means to respect a performance.

Okay, I lied. I can’t do this.

I can’t put my short, crappy posts on WordPress.

I have dignity, you know.