I have gotten to a point where I can’t even enjoy video games, which was my only escape, because I see video games for what they really are. Video games are just more of the same garbage regular existence has to offer – struggling to “win” in an environment built on imperfect physics. There is no practical difference between trying to “win” in an artificial environment or a natural one – both are pre-programmed to destroy you, and there’s no real “prize” at the end except the self indulgent bragging rights of saying you did it. Both fade to black when it powers down. In the end, nothing was ever truly accomplished – either in real life or in video game land – because you do not accomplish anything by creating a problem then solving it (as the efilists would say).

It seems to me that life and video games are just pointless exercises of high maintenance hedonism. High maintenance meaning that humans had to evolve bigger brains and higher intelligence just to “win” at surviving this hellscape (more intelligence=requiring more resources to nourish it, the right environment to properly develop it, and the educational investment to help it live up to it’s full potential). Higher intelligence is also required to create technology and video games, which ironically has made video games themselves just a self-reflection of what life really is – a contrived, pointless struggle of idiotic and shameless dominance bullshit. Nothing says pathetic more than a self-congratulatory dipshit bragging about pwning the less dominant players – whether it’s in real life or video game land.

(...) FYI – if you are still playing video games, creating video games, or otherwise engaging in the hideous physics and random number generator bullshit of the Universe you aren’t “there” yet in terms of telling anyone else what it is to suffer. You’re still engaging in DNA dominance bullshit, still thinking that rules and playing by rules means something and matters, and that satisfaction can be found in rules when no the fuck it cannot.