For a blog that has the word “rants” in the title, I really do not rant too much. I probably put the word in there for the poor attempt at semi-alliteration. I am one guy, who updates this blog at very irregular intervals, basically as the drive to write hits and leaves me. Lately though I worry that the drive has been away from me for way too often. I feel horrible for it, as while it isn’t like I have a bunch of people who read this site, I do like to write, and do like think I am somewhat good at it. It just seems that, especially lately the frequency in which this blog is updated is too left to the whimsy of my own moods and temperament. This is my own personal space, but really I am loathe to share any actual details about me, the Ray in the gaming rants. To some degree, I feel like I owe it to myself at the moment to get this out there, maybe explain myself a bit.
Just simply put, things have not been great lately. Just in general I found myself to be very stressed out over a bunch of things happening around me, that get to me in ways I am not entirely sure is appropriate. I am also a horrible procrastinator, and have been putting off studying for an important test for a while now. And the deadline is starting to hit where I really need to start, lest I find myself not completely ready. People have left my life as of late, and I am kind of sure more are to follow, and it is depressing.
When this sort of crappy stuff happens, I take solace in games. So while I have been playing games, I don’t feel the need to talk about them as much, or the drive. The drive is more accurate. I just finished Saints Row 4 last night, and I do plan on reviewing it, and I do want to write something about Animal Crossing: New Leaf, but not a review, more of an extended set of impressions. It’s tough though, when the drive to really do anything useful has left you. It is far different for professionals I am sure, who draw some form of pay for their work. I still go to work everyday, and perform my job well. It is the other, optional stuff that suffers. I guess the challenge in this sort of situation is to not see the work I do here as something as optional, but something I need to do, if nothing else because I do need an outlet. The steam needs to blow out somewhere, and should do so in a constructive fashion. We will see what comes tomorrow, I am off, and have nothing planned.