Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Life Is Plastic
Life Is Plastic
I love the gaming shop down my street. I always wanted to have one, to be able to say 'yeah I'm just popping down to see Jake at the shop, he has this awesome new game he wanted to show me'. I don't know why. But now I have one.
There's a very special feeling inside the shop that lets you know you are part of something, that you are understood. I can talk about games and accessories like matters of life and death, and the salesperson will take it just as seriously. It's a geeky kind of ritual, but it's ours.
A few days ago I bought a guitar for my Xbox. I ran (skipped) home, plugged it in and started rocking. After about 3 seconds I realised that the strum button was making horrible noises, as if I was playing on a cat with a razor. I went back to the shop and explained the problem. The salesman, the manager and I huddled around the guitar and discussed its flaws like we were evaluating a new car. I received a new guitar and so I was running again (not skipping this time) to try it out.
By the third guitar, that magic started to disappear. Not on my part, I went in with the guitar ready for another exciting guitar hero discussions, as the manager said: 'Look, it's just a piece of plastic.'
Just a piece of plastic.
For me, it was like saying that Santa doesn't exist.
The magic was gone.
I still love my gaming shop, I just need to remember the same lesson that bartenders, fitness instructors and girls with big boobs have been trying to teach the world: Just because they're there, doesn't mean they want to talk to you.
Just realised- over 100 strips posted!