Is it just me or are dark rooms the best when it comes to maxin’ and relaxin’? I could sit in a dark cold room all day with the right movie/game and snack set up. Why as a matter of fact I’m sitting in my pee pants… dark room right now surrounded by dim white Christmas lights typing about how much I enjoy the comfort the room affords me.
“You hear that house gods! Now keep my roof and foundation good for the next 60 years, please?”
“That’s fine we planned on crushing your AC in the next few months.”
Anyway, as far back as I can recall I’ve always enjoyed this. Playing a video game? Close door, turn out lights, cut on the fun. Reading a book? Close door, turn out lights, turn on one tiny (emphasis on tiny) book lamp. Meditating? Close door, Turn out lights, pull covers over head, engage the dream factory. Dark rooms are the business! Sure it can be a maze when trying to find things but, still… Well, that is all for this nonsensical rant. Do any of you prefer good times in dark rooms? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.
‘Blasphemy, there can never be enough!’
No really wayyy too much. It’s my brains first go to when deciding what I want to do, what I carry out almost every evening until bed, and is the habit that is most rubbing off on my sons. I can figure out other things to do and often I’ll participate in other things for the evening with my wife (if she isn’t also bent on playing a game) but, it would seem my boys aren’t as blessed in this aspect. Like right now, I just had the thought ‘meh, I can write more later let’s jam a game of Smite.’ Man… So yeah, anyways I’m trying my best to slow it down and show the boys that there are so many other things to do (like writing on an online blog) and, hopefully it will eventually catch on.
Children just don’t seem interested in things that aren’t electronic anymore though. I’m a 90’s kid so don’t get me wrong I played (and still play) a butt ton of games but, if the neighborhood kids came over in need of an extra team mate or what have you I was out the door (except during my FFT years, they drug me out of the room during that time BUT I STILL WENT). And I guess that’s a bit of what I’m getting at here, even when my sons friends come over they all convene at the T.V. and commence to playing. I just wish they would ask to go hit the woods or cast the line sometimes instead of my having to force them out (all while feeling like an arse for taking them out of their element). Well anywho, I’m off to garden. Laters