I’m so glad I gave myself that gift of time. Seriously.
I spent almost an entire weekend playing video games and remembering how to play some of my favorites, and very little of it sleeping… much to Husband’s distress.
ME: Why is your son pressuring me to go to bed?
HIM: Well, it’s not quite midnight…
ME: Come get me when it’s bedtime.
ME: (hours later) Is it bedtime? Or hounds outside time?
HIM: Yes. To BOTH.
ME: I can’t let them out. Because of my honor.
(sound of exhausted husband tromping downstairs to collect wife and her faithful hounds)
Downside: it seems Husband believes Horizon Zero Dawn is bringing out my hoarder tendencies… which, if I’m honest, I do have.
You never know when you’ll need extra twigs!
ME: Ugh, I need more inventory space!
HIM: You’ve got… okay, you’re carrying way more flowers than I would.
ME: But you use them for stuff, right? (checks) Yeah, they’re used to make potions.
HIM: It’s your game.
ME: Well… how much would you—
HIM: I’d get rid of all but one stack.
ME: Nooooo!
HIM: (sighs)
ME: Because then I’ll run out!
HIM: (stares carefully ahead)
ME: I hate having to stop while I’m doing shit to pick fuckin’ flowers.
HIM: (calmly) Your collection of flowers suggests otherwise.

I do it in Skyrim too, but at least there I’ve got storage, so it’s a nicely curated collection; very few piles.
And then he complained, the other day, that we’re not spending enough time together and dragged me grocery shopping with him. Grocery shopping. Yeah, you know that’s a recipe for disaster because you’ve been paying attention! But will he sit and watch me play? Nooooo… neither of them will, actually. Not for very long, anyway.
ME: I’m about to go check out that area—wanna watch?
OFFSPRING: No. Because there’s going to be a… nevermind.
ME: I’ve already guessed there’s going to be at least one major fight there.
OFFSPRING: Yeah, and you’re going to try to stealth and snipe and not touch the ground, and—
ME: Beats the alternative.
OFFSPRING: Only because you’re such a spaz!*
ME: (to Husband) Your son can’t handle watching me try to melee.
HIM: (nods)
OFFSPRING: That’s because your version of melee is to mash the heavy attack button while dodge-rolling in random directions!
HIM: I know.
OFFSPRING: SHE WON’T EVER STAND UP!
HIM: I know.
OFFSPRING: Seriously, she crouches the whole time and just dodge-rolls over and over instead of sprinting or sliding!
HIM: Oh, I know
ME: (shrugs) I’m hoping I can hide again! Plus, when they hit me I panic.
* In fairness, this “spaz” accusation came up again, in another fight—one with Husband watching—where there was no cover and I was expected to just sprint around. Only I’m bad at sprinting. He couldn’t figure out how that’s possible, but you see it, right?
I’m a natural-born sniper. I only run when I’m out of ammo.
Oh my god, what is wrong with them! Sniper is CLEARLY the best (and only) choice for games, whether it’s with guns or arrows. If you are 100% stuck with close up fighting, then it’s stealth attacks. NOTHING ELSE MAKES ANY SENSE!!
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RIGHT?!?
Mind you, in my wildly indescriminate youth I used to go mad for the FPS… but now they give me anxiety. I need cover, I need altitude… and I need fast travel, because I can get lost in a narrow hallway.
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I love watching my fiance play that game! It has such a cool story line. Last night, I was on edge watching him fight some giant robo dino- almost like I was watching a movie.
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I can’t recommend it enough to people. No spoilers—I’m not done, and I won’t spoil this story for anyone—but there are points in the story where I’m honestly moved. Like, Aloy (your character) will stumble across something and I’m just… I have to stop and have a “Woah,” moment.
And I totally save videos of the epic fights, to rewatch later.
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