I’m feeling a little light-headed at the moment.

That may be blamed on the icy winds that try to pierce through our clothes and skin, chilling us down to the bone every since second we spend outdoors these days…. Or it could be due to the fact that I just played two hours of Team Fortress 2 with a friend from school and laughed til my sides hurt…… Or it could be due to the fact that I just spent 30 seconds twirling in my room [I was trying to accomplish the ballerina piruett], then jumped into bed with more force than I anticipated to.

Now I’m just completely wiped out, physically- of the good kind, I suppose.

Tomorrow’s a really short school day, and I’ll be taking it quiet and easy. I love slow days…At least when they’re needed, and this slow day ahead is definitely needed.

This is completely out of the blue but, a strange thought hit me today. I came to think of the time when I used to play The Sims…. That is, several years ago when everyone else was addicted to the game. It was like having your own digitalized dollhouse, just a little more intense than that. I guess that’s why it was such a hit from the start. The choice to build up a sim’s life, develop it into a family, a family tree of tens or hundreds of members, generations, legacies, family fortunes being passed down and memories made. Something that would take you away from real life to a place where you could control everything. And every single aspect of someone else’s life.

That was what the Sims was. 

It also had me thinking that while there were cheat codes to make your families incredibly rich, rich to the point where they wouldn’t even need to work anymore, or had too much money that they would never be able to spend it all… It was never much fun. 

It wasn’t fun having everything handed to you on a silver platter.

It was boring, gray, uneventful. Sure, you could buy the most expensive items in all categories but your sims wouldn’t know the difference in the first place. It never mattered to them.

Isn’t that how it is in real life, somehow? 

You work to learn the value of money. You spend that money on things you really need or want if you can afford it. You cherish it. You continue to work hard. 

I’m sure most of us wouldn’t mind being “set for life”. I mean, if someone was to offer me endless amounts of money with no consequence or price I’d happily accept it and be “set for life”. But would that really be a favor?

You would constantly be upgrading the things in your environment, sure. You could probably get to travel the world a fair bit. Or donate obscene amounts of money to charity to make you feel better. You could buy even more things you end up never using or just live with endless amounts of money for the rest of your life, not knowing what to do with the rest of your life now.

It may be easy to say “Oh, if only I had a gazillion dollars I would buy a private jet, and a penthouse apartment and a diamond-covered state-of-the-art computer, etc etc etc.” but would you appreciate these things as much if they weren’t from your own hard-earned money?

That’s my take on it, anyway… I may look back on this and think I’m crazy, but I know deep down that it’s true for my part. I would be so incredibly bored. I’d probably post in the blog 50 times a day, fly all around the world and just squandering money. I would probably finish my degree and then get a job whenever the mood struck me, but let’s be honest. Why have a job when you can spend endless amounts of money that isn’t yours?

I must be mentally tired as well, as I now seem to be comparing real life to The Sims and unreal realities… Go to sleep Ashley…