Someone once told me I have a problem with my life. I lack the will of control, that while I am a warm and caring guy, I will starve my kids to death because I can't well, mange my life well enough. Now, as a 18-year-old, obviously I put it down to my age and naive-ness. At 20 I'd already at the denying period, where pointing the finger or others was a skill I learnt and master in record time. I have a good sense of external locus of control (consult your nearest psychologist or google it for gods sake) it seems. But all my dreams of god, people, environment or whom-it-concern apologising to me for ruining my lfie all come crashing down earth yesterday, as I stupidly got drawn into the promise of glory by a game, The Sims. How, you ask, can a game change such a strong outlook on life that I have been holding on to for my entire life? Well, as most of you (well, I assume those who read this are educated and stuff) already know, The Sims is a simulation game where you manage not a city, not a business, but more interestingly a life.
Yes, you heard me right. A life. You actually are simulating a life, which is ironic to me since most of us has no idea what it is in the first place. And that statement only serves to reinforce what others has been saying about me for a long time now, something I never put much thought into, but never fail to defend nonetheless. Now that you have a clear idea what it game is about, I'd get right down to the reason it comfirm my worst fears for all this while. The game requires you to create a person and decide on the actions that will shape his life. And in a way it will be like nurturing your future child, taking them towards the future and making sure that they have only the best from you. A far fetched idea from a game build to cater to our voyueristic mind, but it is possible since FPS (first person shooters if you n00bs) like Half Life or games like GTA is already being blamed for influencing child violence, why not The Sims for influencing a decision we made for our child (let's test this on our Sims first before doing it to our son, dad) ?
And while I was successful in 'creating' or 'breeding' my first ever 'son' (hell, I don't expect to fail in the first place unless some disaster struck, which reminds me that there is a lucrative market in sperm donating
) like the man I am, the game showed me the horror that my future can become I .......burned my 'sim' to death. Details are sketchy, but the kitchen was on fire, he tried to extinguished it 
. I can swear to you that the image of him on fire which lasted quite a while (and it was nice to see his comfort level was still quite high despite him being on fire and all) has leave such an impression on me that I'm prepare to consider monkhood when my future wife (again, apologies) ever bought the subject of child up. That or I'd beat the crap out of her, something I'm not capable of, as she'll beat the crap out of me first of all.
But then again, how could you blame me? As a caring and warm(i can prove that) person, I'm not prepared to see my first born get burned down after I've waste my efforts in conceiving him, my time in getting jeruk from 7-11 because her who decides not to have sex when carrying him suddently demands some (the jeruk, not the sex) at 4 in the morning and my money in bringing him up to be a college student with a house of his own overseas. No, if I'm to have a child in the future (well, a few more beatings from my wife-to-be I'd give in to her demands surely) not only is he learning how to cook, but also he will learn the basic of saving a fire, that is run the hell out and call the firemen. Yes, I know there are hero's that rush in to save Mrs. Goh's puppy or Demi's makeup kit, but you're not going to be the one. And if you complain to mom, I'd make sure whatever she gives me, I'd give you back double (well, unless she give me sex which ... *shivers*)..
But we've strafed away from our main point here, which is the fact that I'm a clueless person to control my life or someone around me. I surely won't deny that fact now, I can do with a good dose of life management or time management it seems, as my sleeping time is again, quite out of order. I'm hoping to find my true love as fast as possible so she could be responsible for me and what I do with my time, but until then I'd be lingering in clueless mode for quite a while I guess. And why or how I came to be in this mode in the first place ??
I'm still trying to find someone to blame it on :)
Yes, you heard me right. A life. You actually are simulating a life, which is ironic to me since most of us has no idea what it is in the first place. And that statement only serves to reinforce what others has been saying about me for a long time now, something I never put much thought into, but never fail to defend nonetheless. Now that you have a clear idea what it game is about, I'd get right down to the reason it comfirm my worst fears for all this while. The game requires you to create a person and decide on the actions that will shape his life. And in a way it will be like nurturing your future child, taking them towards the future and making sure that they have only the best from you. A far fetched idea from a game build to cater to our voyueristic mind, but it is possible since FPS (first person shooters if you n00bs) like Half Life or games like GTA is already being blamed for influencing child violence, why not The Sims for influencing a decision we made for our child (let's test this on our Sims first before doing it to our son, dad) ?
And while I was successful in 'creating' or 'breeding' my first ever 'son' (hell, I don't expect to fail in the first place unless some disaster struck, which reminds me that there is a lucrative market in sperm donating
) like the man I am, the game showed me the horror that my future can become I .......burned my 'sim' to death. Details are sketchy, but the kitchen was on fire, he tried to extinguished it . I can swear to you that the image of him on fire which lasted quite a while (and it was nice to see his comfort level was still quite high despite him being on fire and all) has leave such an impression on me that I'm prepare to consider monkhood when my future wife (again, apologies) ever bought the subject of child up. That or I'd beat the crap out of her, something I'm not capable of, as she'll beat the crap out of me first of all.
But then again, how could you blame me? As a caring and warm(i can prove that) person, I'm not prepared to see my first born get burned down after I've waste my efforts in conceiving him, my time in getting jeruk from 7-11 because her who decides not to have sex when carrying him suddently demands some (the jeruk, not the sex) at 4 in the morning and my money in bringing him up to be a college student with a house of his own overseas. No, if I'm to have a child in the future (well, a few more beatings from my wife-to-be I'd give in to her demands surely) not only is he learning how to cook, but also he will learn the basic of saving a fire, that is run the hell out and call the firemen. Yes, I know there are hero's that rush in to save Mrs. Goh's puppy or Demi's makeup kit, but you're not going to be the one. And if you complain to mom, I'd make sure whatever she gives me, I'd give you back double (well, unless she give me sex which ... *shivers*)..
But we've strafed away from our main point here, which is the fact that I'm a clueless person to control my life or someone around me. I surely won't deny that fact now, I can do with a good dose of life management or time management it seems, as my sleeping time is again, quite out of order. I'm hoping to find my true love as fast as possible so she could be responsible for me and what I do with my time, but until then I'd be lingering in clueless mode for quite a while I guess. And why or how I came to be in this mode in the first place ??
I'm still trying to find someone to blame it on :)
posted by Fuzzy at
7/22/2004 07:31:00 AM
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