We all go through tough times. News, from the international level to the personal level, can tip the scale, making the difference between manageable stress and a surfeit of worry. At these times, I tend to feel that making my way in the world today already had taken everything I’d had, and that taking a break from all my worries sure would help a lot. At these times, I sure would like to get away.
I hit one of those times last month. Not that the world ever runs out of things to depress us, but I had a particularly hard time turning away from one stressful thing and coming face to face with another. I’d close one tab and be confronted with a whole new depressing thing. I went for a walk, except my city was flooding. Piles were tall at work. At night, finals were approaching for my classes. It was under control, but I needed to escape for a while before I threw a gear. I looked to games. People say that games are about escapism, right?
Problem is, I can’t seem to escape.