I Got Mad Because of a Video Game Again

I got really mad today. I was looking for the Wii remote and couldn't find it.

The problem here is that we technically own two remotes, but there was this period of time where my family practically forgot that we owned a Wii entirely. And the reason for that is because we used to have friends come over all the time because my dad technically babysat them, even though they were old enough to be left in their own house alone. But whatever, we played Wii games all day, and that was fun. You know, until their parents actually realized that they were probably getting too old to be "babysat." When that happened, our exclusively multiplayer games just lost their lust. It's so much better to have four players than two. So for a while we just lost track of everything related; the games gathered dust in various places, the remotes shoved into some random box. The console lay to the side of the TV, which soon became a Mac, incapable of working the Wii, which was becoming woefully ignored.

But one day, a game was introduced to me. It was called Just Dance. It had been out for a while, and there was actually three games before the one I was introduced to, but it didn't matter. Something that few people realized at the time is that I loved dancing games. I used to play Dance Dance Revolution all the time at a friend's house. No one I knew really liked them that much, though, because I never really talked about it, so when I came in and played my heart out at Just Dance, I think at least some people were surprised. Like, I talk a lot about my life, but there are certain things that never cross my mind to mention that really surprise people, and judging by their reactions, they weren't expecting my enthusiasm.

I royally sucked at Just Dance. It wasn't anything like Dance Dance Revolution; the version I had experience with dealt entirely with feet, while this game revolved around the hands and arms. Playing Just Dance, I was clumsy. I was a danger to those around me.

But I looked that game in the face and knew that I could take on this challenge. I could master the game if I had the chance.

I've always had a problem with exercise. My main problem being that every choice I had was just so... public. Like, I'm not thin, and I don't need to feel really self conscious while I'm riding my bike, or jogging, or playing sports. I wanted an indoor exercise, one that I could practice without the feeling of the world staring down my back.

And now, voila, I had it. That is, of course, if my parents would buy it for our Wii. The last game we had bought for the Wii was purchased maybe three years prior. It was going to be tricky. Especially with the fact that we had to get a special USB plugin in order to even USE the Wii with the computer we used as a television.

Somehow, I managed to convince my parents to get me the game, and then it was all me, practicing my heart out. I didn't just wave the remote around like an idiot. I actually did the moves.

Lots of practicing led my family to be driven away from using the Wii completely, excepting me, of course. For about two years, I was the only one to really use the Wii. And so, only one remote was needed.

At the beginning of this summer, I was really a lot more busy than I anticipated. In fact, I was so busy, I dropped my exercise routine completely, because the work I was doing in itself counted as exercise. But things have finally calmed down, and so tonight I went to go get the Wii remote and start some Just Dance, like I've always done.

But the Wii remote wasn't there. I remembered that a few days ago, my sister and I had brought the remote to a neighbor's house, so we could all four play a certain game, because they only had three remotes and we needed four. And it was still there.

It was 10:00 at night. I couldn't just waltz over and ask for it. They'd already been asleep for an hour and a half; so I did the only thing I could think of next.

I searched for the other Wii remote. For an hour straight. Through our messy house.

I didn't find it.

This is me ranting about it.

I'm still mad, and frankly, at this point, it could be on the moon, for all I know. It's simply gone, and now I don't get my workout, and I have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to get the first remote back.

This is a really long post about a rant about something stupid, please don't take it too seriously. I'm just already agitated from an earlier experience, and then added to the hour I wasted looking for something that apparently doesn't exist anymore, and the dinner I never ate, it just blew up. I got super mad about it. But now I've blown off the steam, and I feel better about it.

I wanted to write this other thing I'm working on that I'm not going to tell you about because if I do I'll never finish it, but I was too angry to. The only thing that I could manage was this monster of a post. It was all my fault, every last bit of it. Sorry. But that's what my life is. Completely random and not without its downs.

Meh, that's all for now. Maybe I'll work on that comic. Or maybe I'll work on this other secret thing. Who knows?

                          ~Polar

(PS If you had ever watched me play Team Fortress 2, you'd know just how aggravated I can get because of video games.)

(I yell a lot. So much that the other kids who are also yelling about other video games tell me I'm being too loud.)