Immortality begins at 40 is something I just read recently, and it prompted the following thoughts. It also led to an old blog post about 'gun collectors' in the once popular game Borderlands 1. Yes, that one. The good one.
Something that has only just sunk in for me recently as a person who has turned 31, and has barely a career to speak of, and no children, and barely any extended family to keep up with is that I am non-essential to the world at large. This is because my stake in the usual games of life is minimal, thus, my care for those games when others are involved is minimal, and their care of me also trends toward minimal, unless they have a prior attachment for some reason. Hello old friends.
The good news is, I'm a bit closer to free on the sliding scale. The bad news is well, I'm not anyone's problem. I do not anticipate anyone taking care of me, but me, as life goes on. I am, in terms of the human race as a whole, a non-essential person. Please don't take this to mean that I'm depressed. Compared to previous years, I actually feel abundantly better about myself and my situation than I ever have before.
I've started playing Diablo 2 again. The old version, 1.14d with Plugy added on. Chasing that limited universe where things aren't so chaotic. Also chasing some Unique type items I never got around to getting when I was younger.
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