| Reliving my Sim |
[May. 1st, 2012|01:32 am] |
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Does anyone still play The Sims these days? Vividly, I remember The Sims was my childhood computer game. With Mommy, I used to head over to the place of this particular childhood friend of mine every week while Mommy had cell group sessions. This particular childhood friend of mine brought me into the world of Sims. She introduced Sims Theme Park to me too. Like The Sims, Sims Theme Park is about construction and personalization, however you want it to be. And so, I was hooked onto both The Sims and Sims Theme Park. I particularly loved the idea of furnishing my own virtual apartment, raising my own virtual family, leading a virtual life.. As time went on, negative ideas were injected to my young mind and I learnt what they called the "cheat" code. Because of this seemingly magical code, the amount of Sim money I had crept up relentlessly, up till the point where it stagnated at an amount I cannot remember anything else about, but the virtual existence of the long string of number 9s.. And this amount of Sim money I had instantaneously became a never-depleting, ever-present pool of money. Because of the possession of this infinite amount of virtual money, I did not see the need for my Sim to work. Needless to say, my Sim led a good life accompanying with all the luxurious furniture I bought and the positive relationships they fostered with their own family and neighbours with my aid. Two to three months into the game, the virtual life became boring as I dragged the game through mundane routines. There were no longer any excitement in keeping my Sim at its optimum mood and health. So I took things for a turn. I ended up torturing my Sim, pushing the game to its limits as I explored the other end of the spectrum of how the game worked. Lo and behold, I reached the point where my Sim died and a tombstone was actually (miraculously) built for them. It took me considerable effort to sadistically murder my Sim as I watch with amusement. I would build a pool and let my Sim swim. Then I would remove the pool ladder and let my Sim swim to exhaustion. Also, I would mentally- and emotionally-torture my Sim by unravelling the fabrics of the positive relationships I fostered for them and sew it back with negativity. I seriously pushed them to their limits. Looking back, I was really a sadist......and it is an irony that I am studying positive psychology now. If I had another chance, it would be a new beginning, a fresh start, a clean slate, a new page. I would relive my Sim like none other. No longer will I cheat with the ridiculous codes, no longer will I then have to torture my Sim just to make things fun. If you think harder, if I didn't cheat, I would have made my Sim work a decent job, earn some Sim money which would make more sense for me to spend it frugally. With the challenge of having to sustain this virtual family with just this much of money I only have, I do not see a need why I had to make things fun with all that torturing, do I? Just like my own life, if I had a choice, I would choose to be born in a humble and cosy family. No matter how much money a family has, it never really spells happiness if you don't live life, do you? Thankfully I am. I am so glad I am supporting myself now, working part-time jobs to fund everything on my own. Who needs money from parents when we ourselves are capable of living and supporting on our own now? I am so thankful they welcome the idea of self-efficacy. Otherwise, I will never be able to understand the pain of having to earn every single dollar. The time I invested, the dread I faced, the sweat I produced, the fatigue I fought.... All, I realised, are indeed worthy of every sacrifice I made. If I could relive my Sim, I would. And relive it differently. |
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