In response to "Master Chief in Sneakers" from The Escapist Forum: "Life is crap" and "reality is broken" (from the ever awesome Jane McGonigal) are powerful and provocative statements, but I won't disagree. We integrate games into our lives for recreation because we enjoy them, and if the flow we experience can be carried over to interfaces, metaphors, or systems that help us meet our life goals, so much the better. People pay good money for pretty rotten diet and exercise software/machines/crap with unengaging interfaces that end up gathering dust. There's a better way, and Russ Pitts is living it.
- Professor Ardwulf
The statements made by Russ Pitts and Jane McGonigal, that reality is in need of enhancement or correction, is well-founded. I could not agree more. However, I disagree with the proposed means by which this is to be achieved. You are the lead designer on the game Your Life. Now take some responsibility. Our competitive natures and our reliance/addiction on electronics and entertainment are two of the real problems that need correcting.
Why do we let complete strangers define our goals and achievements? Are you not more knowledgeable of your life and what is good for you? Define your own life, goals, achievements, rewards and create your own games. I often listen to music while jogging, just to drown out the outside world. I use electronics and entertainment, but I do not let them use me. The moment I let consumerism dictate my life, is the moment I cease to be an individual human and become a cog in a machine.
In response to "Bridges to the Middle" from The Escapist Forum: I can relate to this. I've been a dedicated player of softball, basketball, hockey, tennis, rowing, rugby, touch rugby and more besides - and I was always on the bottom rung, the guy who (if only metaphorically) got the Sportsmanship Award, or the Coach's Award. I'd join a team, play and train diligently every week, watch everyone else gradually improve until I couldn't justify being so much worse than them any more, and then quit. It's heartbreaking. I've spent more time on park benches than most homeless people.
In the past two years I've let sports slip away from me, because it's just too frustrating to do something over and over again without making any headway. And I hate it, and I can see a long list of friends whom I've drifted away from just because I couldn't keep letting them show me up on a football field every week without growing to resent them, but I don't see any way around it.
The sad part is, while I'm forced to identify more as a geek than a jock, I actually tend to like sporty people better in many ways. Fate's a bitch.