Hello,
It's June 8, 2018, and I've finally decided to do something that I should have done a long time ago--change my life for the better, and grow the fuck up.
I won't go into too much detail on my life, but just know that I'm an enormous loser and lifelong game addict, living a crappy and meaningless life. I'll admit that I've tried to change, but let's be honest--change is hard, and why do something hard when I can lie in my soft bed, or relax in my chair with a game or movie? All that grinding, training montage crap, it takes work, and why work when I can live my life and be comfortable? I figure I'm a smart guy, something good must happen to me eventually.
That all changed last night. I was driving home from getting dinner outside when out of nowhere an enormous truck swerved out from the oncoming lane, spinning out of control and heading straight for me. I didn't have time to react, only stare at the blinding headlights coming from head-on, growing bigger and bigger. In that moment, I didn't exactly see my life flash before my eyes, but rather the life I was never going to have. Losing my virginity, getting my first girlfriend, finding a job I didn't hate, going back to school and pursuing my dream field, making friends, crossing items off my bucket list, hell even marriage and kids....I saw all the moments that I could have had in my life, that instead I pissed away by playing games, eating shit, and being content with my half-baked existence.
What happened next went by so fast I don't really know what transpired, but I felt a huge bang against the side of my car, and then nothing. Just an open road, no truck, no blinding headlights. My side mirror had been blown clean off, but other than that I was okay. I suppose that by some divine intervention the truck missed my car, and as a result I'm here to type out this story on a computer, still alive and without any serious injuries.
It sounds cliche (because it is) but what happened to me that night really caused me to rethink what the hell I'm doing with my life. I got back to my incredibly messy room, my Runescape bot still running, and instead of plopping down on my bed to sleep I just stood there, feeling so unhappy. I realized then more than ever that my time is limited, I really am going to die, and every day I spend gaming is another day I won't be able to spend doing something that actually makes me feel happy and fulfilled. Climbing out of hell would suck, but it couldn't possibly compare to living the life of a real loser, spending every night alone in front of a computer game, surrounded by garbage and junk food.
If you've made it here, I sincerely thank you for making it through my rant. As of tonight I'm not yet sure where I want to go or how I'm going to get there, but I definitely feel that quitting gaming and posting my story on this forum is the right way to start.
Good night,
Oncogenes