I never make friends in games these days. I just drone around and quit when I get tired of it. I don’t even like multiplayer anymore. This is why.
Back in Counter-Strike/CS: Source days I made a ton of real friends. I knew what was going on in their lives. I congratulated them when they got married and had kids.
My clan server was always full of regulars just laughing and telling jokes and making changes to the server to see what worked for us. We had it perfect. Vote for knife fights, fun sounds like “gotchya bitch” for a knife kill. We built it together and we all stumbled into the server by accident and it just fit who were so we stayed. We had a rotation of maps that we all agreed on.
They’re still on my friends list. Last online 11 years ago, 7 years ago, 13 years ago, 12 years ago.
Damn, looking at that hurt a little bit.
It’s sad just how fast time goes. I have no idea where they are now or what they’re doing. That sucks.
The last time I talked to the one dude he had overdosed on heroin and was trying to get his life together. He might not even be alive anymore.
For nearly 5 years I hung out with those dudes every night.
I meet people now that I could see myself being friends with, but there’s no incentive to talk to them again. Random lobby, play game, the end.
I was hoping GO (now 2) would have an active user base in the servers. Nope. No gungame, no endless custom maps, no fun sounds, just base shit.
As sad as it was, I’m glad you made me think about this tonight.
It’s funny. I’m dirt poor and I really want to play The Last of Us again. I could easily download it and get it going through piracy. Heck, it’s crossed my mind a time or two.
But you know what I’m doing? I’m waiting for it to go on sale and I’ll grab it then if the time is right. If not I’ll wait until it is.
I have plenty to do until then.
It’s definitely a service issue. I haven’t pirated a single game on Steam Deck.
If your marriage is worth it to you, a consider getting on her schedule somehow. Some people just don’t think about that shit. I started waking up before my ex because she was complete chaos every morning. She’d scream and throw things around. She was ultimately diagnosed with BPD right after we had a major crash and burn.
The girl I’m with now is the opposite. She’s calm, considerate, and an all around amazing partner. There are things she don’t think about though. She loudly looks for her pajamas too (she don’t turn the damn light on thank goodness) but I know she cares for me and considers me because she does so much to show it.
She wakes me up to talk too, but we’re roughly on the same schedule. It bugs me when she does, but it legit doesn’t bother her a bit so if I complained she wouldn’t even remotely understand why I was complaining. It’s no big deal to her to wake up and go right back to sleep.
Sometimes you have to make big changes for the sake of your marriage. Some people can work on opposite schedules and get along fine. Some people can’t.
I wouldn’t wish divorce on a modern day Hitler. It was hands down the worst experience of my life. I don’t regret it now because I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. I’m with someone who I work well with and who I love on a level I didn’t even know was possible (as cheesy as that sounds, I’ve never been happy to do things for anyone else like I do for her). She’s someone I legitimately want to make sacrifices for. If I had to go through that shit again though, I don’t even know if I could. I might check out early or just start walking and never look back.
Think back to why you married your wife. I’m telling you, once it’s done you will and it won’t be any fun.
Just hearing my ex talk just about drove me up the wall though haha. It did from the very beginning too. She was just cool as hell and an amazing artist. I admired her when I thought about her, just couldn’t handle her when I was around her. She was so arrogant and certain that she was the best thing on the planet, which was really just her insecurity talking and playing confident somewhat, but god I couldn’t stand it. I legit think she was one of the best writers the world has ever known, but so did she and good god.
Ah yes. The poorest people are the smokers, let’s just make them more miserable. Sounds about right.
You should work at a place that sells cigarettes for awhile and scope out the customers. I’ve seen people count pennies and cry because they’re hungry but they’d rather not experience the anxiety of nicotine withdrawal.