Dear Thoughtbook,
Jason and his damn video games! Same deal. Same story. I don't want to come off as one of those naggy girlfriends, so I keep this all to myself. It's not that he ignores me in favor of the games, or anything like that. If that were the case, I would have dumped him ages ago.
It's just that the games are so, I dunno...shallow. They're all about shooting things and prevailing against an immensely powerful enemy force and beating overwhelming odds, which is fine. But the danger is all just pixels on the screen. There's no real excitement, which is why I'm so bored I play the Xbox with Jason. I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending to be interested in the plight of Alpha Squad, or whatever.
I want to do something exciting! I've offered to pay for skydiving lessons. I looked up a bunch of places that are supposed to really be haunted, and I figured we could go camping there. God, that would be awesome! Being hemmed in at night on all four sides by the supernatural? Well, it wouldn't be the kind of danger where you're likely to get shot or something; it would be the kind where your very soul is at risk of being devoured by darkness!
Christ. I'm giving myself goosebumps just writing about this. I wonder if that ever happened to Stephanie Meyer when she was writing Twilight. I bet it did.
I want to talk to Jason about his becoming a video game zombie, but how can I do it without ruining the relationship we have?
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Ooh, I hate her already.
ReplyDeleteI hope she gets eaten.
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