Is it possible to experience something that seems so far removed that it feels like something that was from a previous existence? I ask the question because sometimes that is what things feel like and that is one of my favorite things to do…ask questions. I know it can be annoying to many people because I don’t usually accept something at face value and I just love to delve into more than the bare nature of something beyond the mere surface.
Of course, on my wanderings I was visiting a place I had never been to before and I was trying to check into a hotel. While I was waiting on someone to arrive and I needed to use the facilities after a long drive, so I asked where the restroom was and I was informed they didn’t have one in the public space. Really? But they informed me there was a business next door that had one I could use since I couldn’t check in to my room yet. I really didn’t want to go into a place just to use the bathroom but I had to go. I wasn’t even sure what the place was by the name; I figured it was some kind of restaurant or seedy bar. I was quite surprised when I walked into find a darker room with familiar noises, noises from my past and then through the darkness came the lights of screens and signs with graphics and names I knew very well. Nirvana, the room was lined with the large outdated crazy fun video games. Yes, I could wait here for a while; yes, yes I could.
Instantly revived from my tiresome road trip and almost forgetting I needed to relieve myself I checked my wallet; bingo I had cash, ones and fives. After completing my necessary business and making the trip around the room and memory lane I located the token machine to hand over my money for the small fake coins that would lead to my joy. The funny thing is I know for a fact I have some that are decades old in a box somewhere in storage. I filled my pocket with enough to keep me occupied for thirty minutes, they don’t go near as far as they used to. Now the problem was the choice, I walked past the row of pinball machines to my games, I recognized so many that I loved to play…one unit had many classics, Ms. Pacman, Galaga, Defender and more. I decided to play me some Ms. Pacman; it was awesome except for the joy stick that had seen too much action. After that I made my way over to Mortal Combat, Ultimate Mortal Combat, Gauntlet but I settled on Area 51; I needed to shoot zombies and a lot of zombies. It took me a minute to get back in the groove with the fake pistol and reloading but once I did, I was there conquering the zombie apocalypse with style. I had no cares at the moment, Zen.
Sadly this blissful moment was not to last as my other party arrived and he was not swayed by the heaven of games before him. His video game world existence came long after this one and thus its greatness eluded him. But we actually had bigger fish to fry; our other activities would be no less fun especially with the company of each other. That thirty minutes brought back great moments from a life that now seems so far removed but no less significant. Not significant in an important societal way, just something, one thing that made me who I am for better or worse. Maybe we don’t live one life but a succession of many lives; that is definitely what it feels like, many chapters, one book.
Of course, on my wanderings I was visiting a place I had never been to before and I was trying to check into a hotel. While I was waiting on someone to arrive and I needed to use the facilities after a long drive, so I asked where the restroom was and I was informed they didn’t have one in the public space. Really? But they informed me there was a business next door that had one I could use since I couldn’t check in to my room yet. I really didn’t want to go into a place just to use the bathroom but I had to go. I wasn’t even sure what the place was by the name; I figured it was some kind of restaurant or seedy bar. I was quite surprised when I walked into find a darker room with familiar noises, noises from my past and then through the darkness came the lights of screens and signs with graphics and names I knew very well. Nirvana, the room was lined with the large outdated crazy fun video games. Yes, I could wait here for a while; yes, yes I could.
Instantly revived from my tiresome road trip and almost forgetting I needed to relieve myself I checked my wallet; bingo I had cash, ones and fives. After completing my necessary business and making the trip around the room and memory lane I located the token machine to hand over my money for the small fake coins that would lead to my joy. The funny thing is I know for a fact I have some that are decades old in a box somewhere in storage. I filled my pocket with enough to keep me occupied for thirty minutes, they don’t go near as far as they used to. Now the problem was the choice, I walked past the row of pinball machines to my games, I recognized so many that I loved to play…one unit had many classics, Ms. Pacman, Galaga, Defender and more. I decided to play me some Ms. Pacman; it was awesome except for the joy stick that had seen too much action. After that I made my way over to Mortal Combat, Ultimate Mortal Combat, Gauntlet but I settled on Area 51; I needed to shoot zombies and a lot of zombies. It took me a minute to get back in the groove with the fake pistol and reloading but once I did, I was there conquering the zombie apocalypse with style. I had no cares at the moment, Zen.
Sadly this blissful moment was not to last as my other party arrived and he was not swayed by the heaven of games before him. His video game world existence came long after this one and thus its greatness eluded him. But we actually had bigger fish to fry; our other activities would be no less fun especially with the company of each other. That thirty minutes brought back great moments from a life that now seems so far removed but no less significant. Not significant in an important societal way, just something, one thing that made me who I am for better or worse. Maybe we don’t live one life but a succession of many lives; that is definitely what it feels like, many chapters, one book.
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