There’s a scene I’ll never forget in EarthBound where you have to push through a crowd of people to get somewhere. Some let you go peacefully; others fight you. This scene happens often in life. If you want to use the restroom at a crowded concert, you’ll have to figure out how to navigate crowds. This is the same for doing anything in life. Just stand there and wallow in your discomforts or push through!
Where do I find the time to write essays daily? If it takes me an average of 45 minutes to 90 minutes each day to conceptualize, write, edit, photograph or draw, and publish an essay, then I have to take that time from somewhere else. I had today off. I had fully intended to edit some larger projects. Instead, I slept, went on a walkabout, and now it’s well into the evening. I’ve still gotta write, so…
I don’t need more junk, but I always check the dumpsters just in case there’s something worthwhile. I found plenty of cool junk in my last complex’s dumpster, including most of the furniture I used for many years, and this complex’s weekly pick-up schedule allows for opportunities to see some weird junk. As I rifled through this rolling filing cabinet, with its sawed-off lock, this thought popped into my mind: I don’t need more junk.
“I hope you do something nice for yourself. Other than reading, writing, or rowing.” “I was thinking of drinking an unhealthy amount of energy drinks. Otherwise, I had thought of doing things in Seattle or elsewhere, but nothing was appealing. ” I had been anticipating my birthday for a few weeks. I wanted to prepare myself to do whatever I wanted when I woke up. Explore the city on a nice summer day? Or do nothing?
What’s the best gift you can give someone? Something that captures the essence of your relationship in a single object, experience, or meal? Shouldn’t it be a hand-made object that conveys a certain degree of effort and time, which fully expresses the value they’ve brought to your life? Anything else would be rude, right? Considering how often the gifts we give or even receive become common or discarded, shouldn’t we find gifts with more meaning?
I’ve always been frustrated when games like EarthBound have limited inventories. I want to carry more than 99 widgets! Through this process of downsizing my possessions, so that when I move I can perhaps consider a studio apartment in the city, I’ve realized the elegance of this mechanic. It forces you to be strategic! Use items when you need them and discard junk. They are micro-simulators for reducing the physical and mental clutter in our lives.
“I might try to sneak in on my break.” “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind…” How often have you heard about college students trying to sneak into a classical music performance? Let alone… attend? In “The Story,” John and Trishna are more likely to go to punk shows, and since classical music and rock music don’t often collide, what might inspire them to dress up to attend a more traditional symphony orchestra performance in downtown Eville?
Spoilers?: Minor (situational character building)
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How much would you sacrifice to make your aspirations possible? How important is your comfort? As we grow older, there’s a growing sense of wanting more from life. For Trishna (right), she wants to go to college to fulfill her dreams and become independently successful, well, along with John (left), yet part of that means leaving her retiring service dog Pollyanna (center) and family at home. How might that answer be addressed in “The Story?”
How did this happen? Is there a correlation between my childhood raised secondarily by videogames and my reality where much of it involves tempering my overexposure to reality to avoid finding myself in a drunken stupor? I doubt the hours I spent playing games like Mario, Final Fantasy, or EarthBound caused this. Encouraged an addictive framework? Perhaps. Spend another 10 minutes to level up, throw yourself to the mercy of inebriation, only to rinse and repeat?