Post by Vile on Apr 3, 2011 0:40:31 GMT -5
I've done this as a kid, but now its just a faded memory. However, now I've forgotten it all, I live each day as if I were chased by something. I placed a pipe on my arm, and took aim, firing off a mega buster shot as the invisible monster. Feeling powerful in a red shirt with denim overalls. I did, and it was the most amazing thing, because I didn't care, I was my hero. However as I grow older, it seems that these things are not allowed, they are but a childish act that makes views of me seem incompetent, immature, a loser. Why? I demand to know a proper answer! It is because I know I'm happy? whenever I wear my blue collared T-shirt that has the lighter blue in it and on its emblem I feel like I can take on the world. I'm in the colors of Mega Man and nothing in this world can hinder that! I am the god damn blue bomber! I can blast my way through anything. Or rather, I'm Mario, watch me jump on these invisible Goomba's, kick a soccer ball and think its a koopa shell. How about grabbing your pants button, or just where it would be, and yelling "Its Morphing Time". Carrying a pokeball you got from burgerking on your belt. No one but you knew who you had, and that made the pokebattles all the more delicious. I sure as hell did, and it was glorious.
And yet, this world just continues to try and take what makes me happy away... I don't view it as childish to hold on to your childhood heros, it can only mean that you know something that makes you happy. At my former job, the owner never looked happy. It was distress, anger, and hate that dweller in him. He was a Cub fan, and you'd think that going to a game would be what matters. They lose, so what? You got to go, you sported the colors, the logo, the look. You were a Cub. But to him, that didn't mean anything. He would wear a jersey and still be his hateful self. I did pick up on something with him though, he had nothing that made him happy, and with that I never once heard him talk about his childhood days. There is always something you can say that's positive about your childhood, where you found happiness out of the smallest of things. But, are we to lose that as we grow? I should think not! If letting go of what I loved as a kid is wrong in this world than end my life now, I would rather die than not be able to freely express what I love. This former boss of mine, he forgot his glory days. All it was for him was money, and the more he got the less happy he seemed. Now, I compared him to a man I have no idea who he is. Met him once, working at a Hardees. The man had his nametag customized with a Cobra emblem from GI Joe, and with that he had a Cobra and an Arashikaga tattoo. He might not have had the best job in the world, and I would assume he didn't have the most money. However, this man seemed happy. No one of his age had just recently gotten into GI Joe, but rather he held on to it. I bet ten bucks he was criticized for it, but when your happy what does criticism matter? Looking at him, it was plain as day it wasn't a tattoo he regretted.
I look at this, and I wonder what makes society think that this way of living is wrong? Is it because I charrish something that started a revolution in my life? I could have dropped the toys when I went to Baldwin Elementary, but I didn't. Sure I was made fun at, and in fact one of my friends who did play with action figures with me didn't even want to really be seen around me at school, and if he didn't we couldn't talk about any cool new Max Steel, Dragon Ball Z, or Gundam figure we got over the weekend or break. Why? It was embarrassing. My own mother even got on my case about these things, telling me that I was to old to buy toys. Why? What's wrong with liking a figure, a model, a statue? Nothing I say. Everyone has a collection, some people do china, others do wine, I do toys. And no, I don't keep them in their packing. Will they hold value? Yes, by far, but whats the point in getting them then? I want to play with them, pose them, I want to be a big kid.
Nowdays, these iconic symbols are fading, to the new generation of the true losers. So, you ranked first on every online Halo match huh? I saved the Princess. Top that one, oh wait you can't, because you don't have an NES. And you call yourself a gamer. Get out. Seriously, games now are just to simple, they don't capture you in them like they use to. I didn't find Halo all that hard, nor do I find most games anymore. I remember spending hours just trying to get that long pit jump that you had to be positioned just right to land. I remember the determination, the anger, the lack of sleep in my life due to staying up all night trying to beat this challenge. You know, it wasn't even just the challenge, it was more, it was emotion put into cartridge. I remember beating the eight master robots just to hear the sweet sweet Dr Wily Castle theme. The music of these games fired me up, they became a part of everyday life. You started to hum the Mario song and BOOM, someone else would chime in. Can you do that with Halo's music? I think not! These songs are legends, made not by only the composers, but the praises who received that epic feeling as soon as the song started, that intense in the zone emotion where every hair on your body stood up and the only thing that mattered were you and the hero.
Something else I have grown to hate, the toy market. You know, going to the store, mainly Wal-Mart or KMart, part of the joy was running around the toy section and seeing what was new. Freebies were the coolest thing ever, so were the cheap knock off GI Joes. Hell GI Joe himself was the crap. Max Steel dominated, and Bionical had to be one of Lego's best ideas. Know why? They were a whole new thing to us, they were something that we made the story for. Anymore, a childs plaything has to be based off something. Ben Ten, Thor, Bakugan, Iron Man, just to name a few. What happened? Can no one make up something cool anymore? And when they do, why is it only available on in an infomercial? Moon Sand is awesome, Floam is also something I would play with. Heck, remember going to a fair and winning a cheap plastic katana? Once you had that you were the king of the block. That was your one toy you didn't want to break, it was a sword after, it made you a ninja. Its just sad to see that kids these days can't even have toy that is its own thing. I feel that its a brainwash, I can't put into words how it is, but its just the iconic look of having a toy of Thor. Back in my day, I would have killed for a Mega Man toy, and when I got one, it was better than all of my others. To this day, that figure still stands tall. I love you my Vile action figure.
These games will rot you brain, if you keep playing them you will amount to nothing. Sound failure? I was told that all the time, but looking around, its not that case at all. These hero's that held close to me kept me away from what my parents feared oh so much. Your going to go get high, alright, I'm going to get the morph ball. Impurity's of this world didn't even come around, they didn't matter. I fought for the good side, and that was what matters. But yet, was it a waste? For some, it could be said so if they forgot it all, but those that remembered, they achieved everything. Powerglove, The Megas, BrentalFloss, they all have become well known and respected, all because they love what they loved as a kid. Artists these days are able to sell art of our hero's, and what motivated them to draw was the hero! No one can say that these games were a hindrance to us, they molded us into who we are, and every true gamer who holds true to his childhood fandom I've meet has been a great person.
I remember doing this as a kid, once its shown its imploded in my mind and the memories return. Waiting for a magazine to come in because it had the special 3D glasses, or buying a cereal just because of the prize that was inside. Stomping in puddles because the splash was cool. All of this, I recall from being a kid, and I will never forget, nor will I ever deny. The one thing I want is to never forget what I have inside my heart. I refuse to end up like the man in Okkusenman. I now know, the meaning of life.
And yet, this world just continues to try and take what makes me happy away... I don't view it as childish to hold on to your childhood heros, it can only mean that you know something that makes you happy. At my former job, the owner never looked happy. It was distress, anger, and hate that dweller in him. He was a Cub fan, and you'd think that going to a game would be what matters. They lose, so what? You got to go, you sported the colors, the logo, the look. You were a Cub. But to him, that didn't mean anything. He would wear a jersey and still be his hateful self. I did pick up on something with him though, he had nothing that made him happy, and with that I never once heard him talk about his childhood days. There is always something you can say that's positive about your childhood, where you found happiness out of the smallest of things. But, are we to lose that as we grow? I should think not! If letting go of what I loved as a kid is wrong in this world than end my life now, I would rather die than not be able to freely express what I love. This former boss of mine, he forgot his glory days. All it was for him was money, and the more he got the less happy he seemed. Now, I compared him to a man I have no idea who he is. Met him once, working at a Hardees. The man had his nametag customized with a Cobra emblem from GI Joe, and with that he had a Cobra and an Arashikaga tattoo. He might not have had the best job in the world, and I would assume he didn't have the most money. However, this man seemed happy. No one of his age had just recently gotten into GI Joe, but rather he held on to it. I bet ten bucks he was criticized for it, but when your happy what does criticism matter? Looking at him, it was plain as day it wasn't a tattoo he regretted.
I look at this, and I wonder what makes society think that this way of living is wrong? Is it because I charrish something that started a revolution in my life? I could have dropped the toys when I went to Baldwin Elementary, but I didn't. Sure I was made fun at, and in fact one of my friends who did play with action figures with me didn't even want to really be seen around me at school, and if he didn't we couldn't talk about any cool new Max Steel, Dragon Ball Z, or Gundam figure we got over the weekend or break. Why? It was embarrassing. My own mother even got on my case about these things, telling me that I was to old to buy toys. Why? What's wrong with liking a figure, a model, a statue? Nothing I say. Everyone has a collection, some people do china, others do wine, I do toys. And no, I don't keep them in their packing. Will they hold value? Yes, by far, but whats the point in getting them then? I want to play with them, pose them, I want to be a big kid.
Nowdays, these iconic symbols are fading, to the new generation of the true losers. So, you ranked first on every online Halo match huh? I saved the Princess. Top that one, oh wait you can't, because you don't have an NES. And you call yourself a gamer. Get out. Seriously, games now are just to simple, they don't capture you in them like they use to. I didn't find Halo all that hard, nor do I find most games anymore. I remember spending hours just trying to get that long pit jump that you had to be positioned just right to land. I remember the determination, the anger, the lack of sleep in my life due to staying up all night trying to beat this challenge. You know, it wasn't even just the challenge, it was more, it was emotion put into cartridge. I remember beating the eight master robots just to hear the sweet sweet Dr Wily Castle theme. The music of these games fired me up, they became a part of everyday life. You started to hum the Mario song and BOOM, someone else would chime in. Can you do that with Halo's music? I think not! These songs are legends, made not by only the composers, but the praises who received that epic feeling as soon as the song started, that intense in the zone emotion where every hair on your body stood up and the only thing that mattered were you and the hero.
Something else I have grown to hate, the toy market. You know, going to the store, mainly Wal-Mart or KMart, part of the joy was running around the toy section and seeing what was new. Freebies were the coolest thing ever, so were the cheap knock off GI Joes. Hell GI Joe himself was the crap. Max Steel dominated, and Bionical had to be one of Lego's best ideas. Know why? They were a whole new thing to us, they were something that we made the story for. Anymore, a childs plaything has to be based off something. Ben Ten, Thor, Bakugan, Iron Man, just to name a few. What happened? Can no one make up something cool anymore? And when they do, why is it only available on in an infomercial? Moon Sand is awesome, Floam is also something I would play with. Heck, remember going to a fair and winning a cheap plastic katana? Once you had that you were the king of the block. That was your one toy you didn't want to break, it was a sword after, it made you a ninja. Its just sad to see that kids these days can't even have toy that is its own thing. I feel that its a brainwash, I can't put into words how it is, but its just the iconic look of having a toy of Thor. Back in my day, I would have killed for a Mega Man toy, and when I got one, it was better than all of my others. To this day, that figure still stands tall. I love you my Vile action figure.
These games will rot you brain, if you keep playing them you will amount to nothing. Sound failure? I was told that all the time, but looking around, its not that case at all. These hero's that held close to me kept me away from what my parents feared oh so much. Your going to go get high, alright, I'm going to get the morph ball. Impurity's of this world didn't even come around, they didn't matter. I fought for the good side, and that was what matters. But yet, was it a waste? For some, it could be said so if they forgot it all, but those that remembered, they achieved everything. Powerglove, The Megas, BrentalFloss, they all have become well known and respected, all because they love what they loved as a kid. Artists these days are able to sell art of our hero's, and what motivated them to draw was the hero! No one can say that these games were a hindrance to us, they molded us into who we are, and every true gamer who holds true to his childhood fandom I've meet has been a great person.
I remember doing this as a kid, once its shown its imploded in my mind and the memories return. Waiting for a magazine to come in because it had the special 3D glasses, or buying a cereal just because of the prize that was inside. Stomping in puddles because the splash was cool. All of this, I recall from being a kid, and I will never forget, nor will I ever deny. The one thing I want is to never forget what I have inside my heart. I refuse to end up like the man in Okkusenman. I now know, the meaning of life.
