- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Roughly two years ago, my romantic life was in shambles. I had been friends with a girl for a long time and I had always wanted more but didn't want to "pressure" her into making any decisions she didn't want to make (this basically translates to me being an insufferable bore in any part of my life that didn't pertain to her). I stopped hanging out with a lot of my friends in order to spend more time with this girl, and things just kept getting worse. I had definitely made a home in the "friend zone."
This went on for quite awhile; she would call me asking for a favor and I would drop everything and tend to her needs, only to get a semi-enthusiastic "thank you" in return. The sad part is I did not mind being this "good samaritan." I thought that if I only stuck with it long enough, she would eventually come around to me and we would become more than just friends. Unbeknownst to me, this would never happen, and all I was doing was losing the people who actually cared about me due to the aforementioned times that I would ditch my friends to hang out with her.
To my credit, I was younger then. I didn't understand the concept of people using each other for personal gain. I thought she was asking me these favors because she liked me, not because she just liked me doing things for her. I admit, when it came to the game of love, I was a slow learner. When this girl's selfish and cruel ways finally became apparent to me, it was all but too late. I had lost several of my friends, and even my family was upset with me over the way I had been acting. One of the few things I had left was Halo.
I started playing even more frequently than I already had been. I would play 4 or 5 hours every night before bed, which eventually led to me dreaming about Halo while I slept, and I started instinctively waking up in the middle of the night to play it as well. I found that while I played Halo, all my pain went away. This girl that had hurt me so bad did not matter in the world of Halo. As long as I was playing the game, she was nothing, and therefore my personal anguish was nothing as well. I started playing more and more, each day it seemed that I played 1 more match than I had the day before, until it got to the point where I did nothing except play Halo. I couldn't stop.
One Saturday afternoon my parents came into my room to tell me it was time for dinner. When they turned on the light, they were shocked to discover that I had literally fallen asleep with my eyes open while playing Halo. I still had the controller in my hands and the game was still playing, but I wasn't moving and my eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were streaked with tears and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air! I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo home smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.