Control: Blizzcon!

I, Dalton Lewis, play video games, especially Starcraft 2 and Bioware games. Starcraft 2 is an esport which I adore because of its crushing difficulty and the countless hours required to master it. Blizzcon was yesterday. I wanted to sit around at home, watch my favorite esport, and eat delicious food and drink diet soda with beautiful fake sugar. Yes!

Eight players were left to compete for the global championships at the esport. Maru was the terran hope, a Korean player who likes aggressive strategies and who won four GSL titles. Serral was a Finnish phenom and the defending world champion, a brilliant strategist who scouts better than anyone alive. Reynor was the kid who occasionally wrecks Serral in ZvZ combat. Trap was a standard player — a protoss player — who needed to up his game to match the other players. Soo was a zerg player notorious for getting to the finals a lot of the time and usually — but not always — panicking under the pressure. Classic was a brilliant Protoss player who had clever strategies. He had succeeded over a number of years and is one of the top Korean players. Rogue was the top Korean zerg player, a champion from yesteryear trying to keep up with Serral. Dark, the final player, was another brilliant zerg player known to be great — but hadn’t backed that up on the biggest stage yet.

That’s eight players and one trophy. There aren’t participation trophies in real life, folks. Either you succeed big or fail big. There aren’t any little victories in the real world. I desperately wanted to watch my favorite players duke it out on the biggest stage. The games began, and then…

I fell asleep. I tried to wake up, over and over, all day long, but failed. I could not stay awake all day no matter what tricks I tried. I watched a game here and there, but I didn’t watch the whole thing. I couldn’t stay awake. I don’t know if that is the fact that I am fat or the fact that I am schizophrenic or the strength of the medications I am taking for that schizophrenia. I miss a lot of my favorite activities because I am too tired to participate in them.

Isn’t that sad? I know that real life has difficult problems that aren’t sexy or dramatic. There isn’t a guy in a story, desperate to get to his wife, and can’t wake up to get there, and dramatic music as he struggles to get there. That doesn’t happen. I don’t fight bad guys in real life. I just try — desperately — to stay awake and participate in my hobbies, strategy gaming and writing a blog and novels and books of poetry and fan fiction.

I have to live with not having seen the finals to see who won the big game. I looked up the result online instead of watching the rest of it. I didn’t care anymore — I was just pissed that I couldn’t focus on the priorities in life. I just care because I was supposed to enjoy Blizzcon and couldn’t.

Thanks, and take care, friends.