You’d think that this is a conclusion I would have come to a bit sooner in life. I mean, does it really take 30 years to figure out that you’re getting older? Well, I suppose this particular realization was more along the lines of “I will not always be young.” How did it happen? I renewed my World of Warcraft account. It had been over two years, and I was eager to dive right in, but then something happened.
I couldn’t get the newfangled controls to work.
That’s right–I said newfangled. That’s a lovely word, but I certainly never planned on using it to describe technology or video games any time soon. But that’s how I felt. They’ve changed the game so much in two years. Suddenly I was trying to do something that I used to be pretty darn good at, only to discover I had totally forgotten how to do it. This was a disappointing feeling. All at once, I saw a vision of me ten years down the road, trying in vain to keep up with TRC as he clobbers me at [insert video game of the year here]. Thirty years down the road, when I completely lose touch with anything that’s even remotely cool. Fifty years down the road, when I’m shaking my cyborg fist at all the young whippersnappers with their [insert obnoxious item here].
And it all starts with not figuring out how to play a lousy game.