So I wish that I could say that I was able to stay strong.
But, I think that everyone that’s met me can tell that that’s pretty much not who I am.
I spent 24 hours crying over how Veep ended. I can’t sleep at night until my roommates come home because I’m assuming that my loneliness will be broadcasted to every burglar in a 10-mile radius.
And last but least, I am now addicted to Animal Crossing.
Now, before this quarantine started, I was able to proudly say that I didn’t own a Switch and had no intention of buying one. I was able to pass all of the time away by simply reading, something I don’t get to do very often and it’s honestly one of my favorite things to do.
Well, that changed.
And I blame society.
That’s right. I blame all of you heathens reading this that posted about getting a Switch and getting Animal Crossing.
By doing this, I eventually got curious. So then I had to research. And you know what I found?
Not a single bad review about this game. No one regretted buying it. No one was ready to take it back to the stores. And everyone I knew was addicted to it!
My friend bought his girlfriend one, and she happens to be one of my best friends. I never understood what she was doing when she played it.
All I knew was that she was catching these really long fish that looked ridiculous, and she got really excited when she got to go to some place called ‘Tarantula Island’.
Sounds pretty juvenile, right? I mean, at first glance, the game looks like it’s for kids! It’s about animals. It’s basically the same as if Neopets made a comeback. Though I do wonder how all of mine are doing.
Are they struggling like me? Probably.
Anyway, so after my birthday (I am no longer speaking to anyone that didn’t wish me a happy birthday because you literally had nothing else better to do than to sit at home and watch my obnoxious snapchat about it being my birthday. I’m kidding, friends. Or I am? Live in fear.), my roommate and best friend mentioned that she was probably going to get one and I should look into doing the same thing.
I agreed out loud, but in my head, I was screaming ‘no’.
What use did I have for it?
Sure I’m bored, but I have books. And if anyone has ever read a Lisa Jackson book, I can assure you that you’re never bored.
Finally, I decided to play on my friend’s, and it was the worst mistake ever. She let me catch fish, and I was just as bad at it as I am in real life. (At least I don’t have to beg my papa to put the bait on and shriek until someone takes the fish off the line if I ever actually catch one). I also got to see how cute her little person was, and the thing I was most excited about?
Her little person had glasses! Round glasses to be exact. The very ones that I own in real life.
And, that’s it. I was sold. I ordered one and got it a week later, and my life has been a downward spiral ever since.
I say that with the most positive attitude.
But, I’ve been waiting for the days to change so my museum can be built, so my people that I’ve invited can finally get settled into their new homes (after I gathered all the material for these ungrateful animals), and so I can keep traveling to different islands after 7 just HOPING that I get to catch at least ONE tarantula.
So it happened, friends. I am one of you now. Let’s all put our chairs in a circle and discuss where we were in life before this game was invented and where we plan on being after it ends.
You’ll have your chance on the podium, and I’ll bring the donuts.
After I see what Tom Nook needs from me today, of course.
One step at a time…