Captain’s log. Stardate 91560.35
If anyone out there is still listening, I want you to know that I’m alive. It’s been a hectic couple of weeks and unfortunately, blogging fell by the wayside. But now that THE SEMESTER IS OVER, I’m back, and I promise never to leave you again <3
So. Only 10 days remain until Christmas. If that doesn’t stress you out, then God bless you. I often find myself overwhelmed with the number of family traditions there are to tend to, in addition to the usual Christmas shopping and the like. My family is psychotic when it comes to Christmas. We’re talking Christmas cookies, a real tree, over-sized stockings, the whole 9 yards. It’s probably weird.
Let’s face it, Christmas is awesome. But you know what’s not awesome? (I’m going to sound like an old timer, but stay with me, okay?) A lot of the big toys nowadays STINK. Xbox, Skylanders Play Station 4. Don’t get me wrong, I adore video gaming. But it is CONSUMING the lives of children. What kind of memories will these little guys have from their childhoods?
“Daddy, tell me about what it was like when you were a kid?”
“Well, Billy Jr., I stared at a screen and yelled profanity at other people through a headset. Ah, youth…”
My fear is that this lifestyle will become more and more acceptable to the point that babies are raised with a controller in their chubby little hands. Call me crazy, but that doesn’t sound like a life lived to its fullest.
Please, please, PLEASE. Think twice before buying video game related presents. ESPECIALLY if you’re buying for a younger child. We want kids to use their minds.
Example. One of the usual morning customers at the coffee shop where I work told me an interesting story yesterday. He said that his wife made their grandkids read as punishment for bad behavior. WHAT. Excuse me while I angrily wave my cane at these “rotten kids.” And while they’re at it, they can GET OFF MY LAWN. Please. Stop the insanity. Video games are fun, but you have to know when to say when.
Don’t trade the real world for a simulated one.