Yesterday’s post on retro games got me thinking about all of the games I used to play in my childhood. I wanted to include these in that post itself, but it would break my self made vow to write more concise posts. So I decided to divide them into two. I made a list of some of my favorite games. All these I used to play regularly. Not much of a Pokemon fan here unfortunately. (So you won’t find Pokemon red, blue, gold whatever here.) Continue reading my favorite old-timey games.
Retro games are magic.
Recently, I came across this post on Reddit. I was overcome with an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and wonder. These games remind me of my childhood. The simplicity of getting that high score. The challenge of collecting that golden coin without the need for flashy graphics getting in the way. I was instantly reminded of the days when I used to rush home from school and start up that old boxy computer to try and beat my high score in games like Road Rash and House of The Dead. Nostalgia, literally is a feeling of pleasure – the slight sadness when you think about things that happened in the past. While we experience joy at reliving the past, we’re also caught in a moment of sadness when we realise we’re no longer living in that time. Because of this, nostalgia plays a huge role in the re-rise of retro games. Similar to why people are interested in vintage cars or clothes, we associate them with a simpler time.
It is the emptiness felt after reading or watching a really long series or story. The feeling when you know the journey is over, but you don’t want it to end.
Effects include, but are not limited to:
• A state of depression or sadness
• The inability to start another story
• The need to reread
• Hunting out fanfiction for the series.
That’s what Urban Dictionary defined the feeling as. Though depression won’t be the correct word. It’s more like a feeling of your heart being full. It’s like the feeling you get when you have eaten your fill at a Christmas feast and are satisfied but more would always be better. My heart is full. And I need a while to recuperate from it before I can join reality again. Continue reading book hangover.
I have been home for approximately thirteen and a half days, three hundred and twenty four hours, 19440 minutes, and 1,166,400 seconds. And it feels a lot longer.
In my excitement to finish college a fortnight (almost spelled it fortnite lol) ago, I did not anticipate how completely different life at home would be. I had forgotten that when one is at home, one is expected to report where one is/what one is doing at all times. I had forgotten that while one is at home, one is expected to complete a Cinderellean amount of household chores. I had forgotten that some people’s parents think it’s cool if they tell their 22-year-old daughter to sit quietly and stop wasting time on devices. I had forgotten that the only thing to look forward to at the weekend is….wait there is actually nothing to look forward to. Essentially, I had forgotten how much I would miss being at college.
Negative self-talk is destructive behavior.
“I’m not good enough”
“I don’t matter”
We spend so much time telling ourselves that we’re not good enough, smart enough, talented enough, or thin enough.
We tell ourselves that we don’t deserve the things we want.
Or that the things we want to have or experience will never happen, and even if they do, they will be disappointing.
Our negative self-talk affects us in a very powerful way. Not only are all of these things false, but they are false and pervasive. These thoughts stick in our heads and it’s hard to shake ’em off. They almost seem to multiply and compound on themselves until our brains are burdened with a cloud of negativity. Some people have a lifelong habit of seeing the bad in everything, including themselves. They might try to justify their negativity by pointing out everything bad that’s happening in the world and saying they are “just being realistic.” Continue reading you matter.
Finding time to do the thing you love is incredibly difficult. A lot of us simply don’t have a lot of time to spare, and we end up buying books, getting gadgets, and asking for advice for ways to get more time. Time, like money, is a resource, my friend. And I’ve learned that we can surely find more time if we pay attention to the time that we already have. Continue reading a shift of perspective.
We know them. We love them. We are them: The Bibliophiles. And just like any other types of categorization, there are tons of different types of readers out there that approach the art of consuming literature in unique ways.
This all started when I started to notice the difference between my reading habits, and in the reading lives of people around me—whether I was chatting with a good friend or overhearing strangers’ conversations in bookstores. I’d hear a conversation about a book, and I’d think, “your comment says way more about you than it does about the book.” So I thought I’d make a list that combines two of my favorite things – bookish enthusiasm and personality geekery.
These are the nine most common reading personalities that I have noticed IRL. Continue reading 9 Types Of Readers Found IRL