Sometimes the nerd just comes out in me and I can't control it -
like a screaming herd of bulls in the streets of an overcrowded
European city - bowling over anyone or thing in its path. Images of
old school gaming systems bring back warm and innocent childhood
memories. Sometimes it's fun to wish that you had a joystick for life,
not one of these new-fangled controllers with all the bells, whistles
and 25 buttons on them, but an old school joystick - that could throttle
you ahead , hit the jump or turbo buttons when needed, and hang
back to slow you down. Then you could kind of 'level' your way thru
life, passing different stages and collecting what is needed for the next
adventure. But then you could also find the cheat codes for life and it
wouldn't be so darned difficult to level and collect points. And, I
suppose, you could also live at least 5 or 6 lives, knowing that you
always had a few more shots. And, hey, if all else fails, there would
always the reset button to clean the slate of all the screw-ups and
start again.
But that just ain't how it is and our 'functionality' in this life is as
fragile as fragile gets. One wrong move could cost so much. But
levelling, I suppose, is all the more of an accomplishment, knowing that
we did not cheat and stuck with what we had to get from point A to
point B. And I suppose it's a good thing we ain't got that all-encompassing
'joystick-o-life' because we would probably find a way to screw up
the controls, yet again...or spill coke on it or something.
