Thursday, June 05, 2003

I remembered the strangest instance while showering today. A couple months ago while visiting the local nerd emporium, a group of three ex-dungeon masters were discussing the merits of "pussy" over video games. They seemed to have first hand knowledge of both topics, which was very disheartening. I had hoped to be the only guy who has both touched a young lady and logged in a couple hundred hours to Everquest. These chaps made me look like Brad Pitt's much better looking younger brother. Back to their conversation. Each troglodyte was very animated about the value of sex, going as far as to say it superseded even video games in terms of importance. Of course their reliance on hand gestures was problematic, the use of hairy digits to simulate nerd sex is not something one wishes to see. As I examined the memory a scary thought crept from subconscious, an idea that goes against the core of my very being. I held video games in higher esteem then "relations"

First let it be known that physical intimacy with a woman has been highly enjoyable in thepast. When available I tried to engage in it as much as humanly possible, reaching a peak of 5 times in day. But enough about my torrid love life, the issue at hand is my assertion that video games are more enjoyable than sex. Electronic entertainment provides an escape, one requiring minimal introspective thought. Usually, all that is necessary is to follow the little white rabbit while admiring the beautiful scenery.

Superficially sex follows the same guidelines. It is an escape from the mundanity of everyday life, where one experiences pleasure with little energy left to devote to thought. The problem is the before and after period. It requires immense energies and work. Doesn't matter if the act occurs during a one stand or in the 10th year of marriage. If you are a "player" all the energy is directed towards creating a false image of the self, one that impresses the object of desire, hopefully leading to coitus. Conversely a married couple spends decades lulling over the same humdrum issues, fighting, making up, making love, abstaining, etc.

I don't feel like getting into all the particulars, because my point is probably baseless. Admiringly I am single, bitter, and full post relationship angst so my vantage point is colored in such a way that it may appear alien to you.

by the way when I write "colored' it doesn't refer to darkies, redskins or albinos.

go to hell