I don’t really know how this happened. I only installed it to say I’d given it a go. I fully expected to ditch it after a couple of hours.
I haven’t played a Zelda game since Wind Waker in 2002. I bought a Switch in November specifically to play BoTW. I figured it was worth it based on the strength of praise both the game and console were getting. I was excited. I couldn’t wait. When my Switch was delayed by a day, I nearly cried. Skip to the end: I’ve not been more disappointed in a game since… I don’t know. Perhaps, without hyperbole, it’s the most disappointing game I’ve ever played. Goddamn hype trains, man. Love the Switch though.
Right. Definition of irony correct? Check.
Still lacking self belief? Check.
So. Irony. Self belief. Go, Alex!
Oh god. I can’t.
It’s easy when you’re depressed or upset to think no one cares about you. So easy. Hilariously easy. But making a big ol’ public, self-loathing filled cry for help, like I did yesterday has very quickly changed my mind on the matter. People do care about me. No one was as surprised as me.
And here we go again.
my therapist will go by: Oshkoshbegosh
Had a couple of weeks off. I’ve arrived at the last two sessions not being able to remember anything I’ve spoken about. So apparently I need to keep writing this blog. Otherwise I’m not gonna get anywhere. Errrgh. Effort. Fuck. Whatever. I’m back with a vengeance and a revelation. Or at least, a sticking things together in a somewhat coherent way …ation. I’m starting to get a fuller picture of why my mind might be the way it is. I.e.: Terrible.
my therapist will go by: He
I could barely string a sentence together today. I can barely remember anything we talked about. I suppose that’s because we barely spoke about anything. So instead, here’s some rambling, not-even-close-to-one-one-hundredth-baked philosophy.