Super Nintendo

Today after much anticipation I have rediscovered the joy of super Nintendo. There is nothing in this world quite so fulfilling as playing Donkey Kong in your PJ's, really there isn't, and if you don't believe me just try it sometime. It seems that the game station world can not possibly have gotten better than those two half naked monkeys (actually the dad is a gorilla, something I have yet to comprehend) trying to save their banana collection. In "real life" it is not very often that you actually get to see monkeys in baseball caps and neck ties swinging through the trees. And so to bring in the oh so important analytical portion of this blog, I ask myself, why do I like this game so much? Well reason number one would have to be, it is a most excellent way to avoid doing my homework, 2 I like to be a monkey okay, is that a crime? 3 Though real life bananas are quite disgusting there is something appetizing about them when they are my source of life. 4 would have to be the amazing before their time graphics that grace the TV screen every time I play. Alright so I am quite the super Nintendo junkie, and it is not just Donkey Kong, I will gladly play Mario or Earth worm Jim to pass the time. Well whatever, I think I'm just about done so I'm going to shut up and play some high quality video games.

Frustrations

Life is full of millions of things that cause me, and everyone else involved in any sort of life at all, to be completely and totally overcome. Sometimes what I want more than anything else is just to give up, go to my room, cover my head, and go to sleep until the magic fixer fairy comes to save the day. Sadly I have never had a day where the fixer fairy actually came through for me. Still I hope, or not really, I have finally settled to the fact that I must actually do things for myself. Sometimes it seems that the whole world is in my hands pushing with a crushing force that I cannot control or even begin to handle. How can life really cause me this much frustration? I know that these troubles are not permanent, that in fact they are very brief, but still the end looms so far away that I can hardly dream of tasting that sweet victory. Will I really come out victorious? I don't know, it seems that I fail so often in the little things that I could not possibly win, but I do know that I can try and that if I am really willing to try hard enough I will find a way to at least overcome somewhat. I cannot bring myself to believe that I am a failure, I have tried so hard and faced to much for that to be true, but inside of my head there lives a small insect created of all the doubt I have and it is not afraid to bite. Though the bite is small it sometimes begins to take over, the doubt replacing the faith, and the darkness replacing my light. Luckily the insect has no real poison unless I let it have control and that is something that I can never do. I will not let the pest of my own doubt win no matter how overpoweringly right he may seem to be, He is only strong when I allow him to be.
That is why I will win. I will come off conqueror and so can you. Look beyond the darkness of doubt and find the courage to believe, in yourself if nothing else.

Hurt

Both the Nine Inch Nails and later Johnny cash sang the words, "The needle tears a hole, The old familiar sting, Try to kill it all away, But I remember everything." these words are referring to the use of drugs in order to escape pain, but they also acknowledge the fact that it doesn't work the way you want it too. Drugs are proven to give you an amazing high that temporarily masks the pain you are feeling but, in doing so it destroys your body's ability to naturally produce the chemicals that make a person feel happy. Why would any person choose to experience an inescapable low, just for a short time of uncontrollable high? I cannot think of a single reason. I understand the pain, a pain so deep you want to escape from so badly that you would do almost anything just to be free for a few minutes, but how can that short time be worth anything if the end result is a depression that you can only escape from by taking those same drugs again. People lose their real emotions, they forget how they love their children, or how they used to actually enjoy the normal average parts of life. Most of all they lose their self. How would it feel to forget the person you are and begin to do things that you would never have done otherwise. People steal from their families, they compromise the safety of those they love, and they take away their own lives and the lives of others. They are stuck, the choice they first made for freedom has locked them into a pattern of pain. They have a need for drugs just to feel normal, not good, just normal. Why do they do this? The reason I can think of is that they feel that they have nowhere else to turn, that the pain they feel is so huge that no one else could possibly be feeling anything even close to it. They cannot believe that they are not alone. Or maybe their whole lives they have been ostracized, and alienated because of their situation and their problems. They feel so lost that the only way they can think of to relieve their pain is to turn to unnatural producers of happiness. Maybe this is partially our fault, maybe if we would reach out to those people who seem different and troubled instead of turning away in fear, we would be able to help solve this problem. If everyone had a person that they could actually turn to they would not have to turn to drugs. This is not really a realistic request at this point, we cannot help every person, but is that any reason not to try?