To Be One’s Own Self
There have been many moments in my life where the forces of good and evil played a role in prompting action. One of the most common times resembles closely to what one may call an addiction, although I have never taken it to be one. Like many other students, I was drawn to video games at an early age. There is something within a child that bonds with the idea of a virtual reality. This realm behind the computer screen offers a scene that is oftentimes beyond what we experience in this world. My parents helped contradict this obsession with falsehood by explaining the downsides associated with a hobby such as this one. They say people’s actions become wild and unpredictable, a wise statement I would only experience …show more content…
The room has a dark shade to it, as though the gods themselves were conjuring something terrible. The screen flashes once, twice, then three times as my warrior is slain and the game resets itself back to level one. Jumping out of the seat, I storm out and into the kitchen. The pounding of footsteps on the hardwood floor quickly overpower the sizzle of food on the hot pan. Excitement makes me hungry, and I was eager to see what was on the menu.
My father, looking at me from the corner of his eye, realizes something is amiss. Probably another game gone wrong, he thinks to himself. He tries to console me and have me shrug off my feelings. But that’s just it. I can’t shrug them off. They have been embedded within me, scarring my mental state. I pay no attention to what my father places on the table; I devour all of it. There is a sensation of a chasm splitting about, opening a void from which cataclysmic emotions escape from. Unfortunately for me, food isn’t able to satisfy the …show more content…
Color rushes into my face, matching a quickening pulse. I don’t want to be pestered, but they don’t know this. Another minute passes, then two. I cannot take it anymore. And as I hit my sister, reality sweeps in.
Back in my head, the forces of good and evil were thrown into action. To be fair to myself, it wasn’t so much a hit as it was a push. But that was all that was needed. The events following were no more than a blur. My parents run in first, bringing with them a din in an effort to derive a diagnosis of the preceding phenomena. They scold me and push me away from the crime scene. And my brother is still watching. All I thought to myself was: What just happened?
The steam bubbling up inside me have just been ventilated. Too bad it took an act of violence to let the anger out. (Ironic, isn’t it?) Yet only now do I ponder on what led me to execute such a misdemeanor. Was it the video games that have found a place inside me to rest dormant and waiting? Or was it the childish immaturity that strove for attention, albeit at the cost of others’ health? What was it that pushed me beyond my breaking
There have been many moments in my life where the forces of good and evil played a role in prompting action. One of the most common times resembles closely to what one may call an addiction, although I have never taken it to be one. Like many other students, I was drawn to video games at an early age. There is something within a child that bonds with the idea of a virtual reality. This realm behind the computer screen offers a scene that is oftentimes beyond what we experience in this world. My parents helped contradict this obsession with falsehood by explaining the downsides associated with a hobby such as this one. They say people’s actions become wild and unpredictable, a wise statement I would only experience …show more content…
The room has a dark shade to it, as though the gods themselves were conjuring something terrible. The screen flashes once, twice, then three times as my warrior is slain and the game resets itself back to level one. Jumping out of the seat, I storm out and into the kitchen. The pounding of footsteps on the hardwood floor quickly overpower the sizzle of food on the hot pan. Excitement makes me hungry, and I was eager to see what was on the menu.
My father, looking at me from the corner of his eye, realizes something is amiss. Probably another game gone wrong, he thinks to himself. He tries to console me and have me shrug off my feelings. But that’s just it. I can’t shrug them off. They have been embedded within me, scarring my mental state. I pay no attention to what my father places on the table; I devour all of it. There is a sensation of a chasm splitting about, opening a void from which cataclysmic emotions escape from. Unfortunately for me, food isn’t able to satisfy the …show more content…
Color rushes into my face, matching a quickening pulse. I don’t want to be pestered, but they don’t know this. Another minute passes, then two. I cannot take it anymore. And as I hit my sister, reality sweeps in.
Back in my head, the forces of good and evil were thrown into action. To be fair to myself, it wasn’t so much a hit as it was a push. But that was all that was needed. The events following were no more than a blur. My parents run in first, bringing with them a din in an effort to derive a diagnosis of the preceding phenomena. They scold me and push me away from the crime scene. And my brother is still watching. All I thought to myself was: What just happened?
The steam bubbling up inside me have just been ventilated. Too bad it took an act of violence to let the anger out. (Ironic, isn’t it?) Yet only now do I ponder on what led me to execute such a misdemeanor. Was it the video games that have found a place inside me to rest dormant and waiting? Or was it the childish immaturity that strove for attention, albeit at the cost of others’ health? What was it that pushed me beyond my breaking