To recap on events I’m sure you’re not privy to; *Cue sitcom style montage of events that have transpired in the last 6 months, full of pretty girls, pop culture references and the latest melodies now available on itunes. *

I’ve been unemployed since late October. I quit my job of 3 years at a game store (the very week I was offered a promotion) to better myself and not get stuck in a rut. Just like that guy in that movie with Ryan Reynolds. Unfortunately, life doesn’t always imitate art and 6 months later all I’ve managed to do is end up in my Y Fronts, having exhausted all my savings and the only female attention I have received is from my mother or my feline better half.

I have applied to college to do a bit of the old Game design but (and if I get in) that’s another 6 months away if I’m lucky. I AM LOSING MY MIND. MELODRAMA. The caps make it more real and reach out to you as a reader see. Besides job hunting in a desperate attempt to get some fundage behind my 2 a day (early) Easter egg habit, I have been surviving on my Games collection.

6 months is a long time and let me tell you my friends, no amount of consistent and substantial social life, living it up in bars wooing the ladies or hanging with the guys is going to successfully kill every single goddamn spare hour you have at your disposal. As a classic and rather clichéd nerd I typically like to kill those “rare” moments of boredom with a spot of the old gaming and my god is that getting exhausting. I’ve caught up on titles I bought on the cheap years ago and never got round to completing. Games I fancied replaying for entertainment purposes. I exhaust any new release within days. Resident Evil 5 was (almost) mastered within a week. Great game. Fantastic game (ignoring the fact that it was a 4 clone and any other problems I had with it). I just can’t stand the sight of the bastard any more. It’s nothing personal, but I’d like to compare it to a dirty weekend away with the newly acquired misses. You do your thing, work the old charm, perform the old in/out a couple times, have a romantic dinner and then wish she’d sod off temporarily so you can watch your soaps. It’s nothing personal; you just need your space for a while. You’ve spent too long in close proximity with your little love biscuit.

Trapped in my room and a town located in the sticks, hunting for work, I don’t get that space. My room isn’t my room without some heat radiating off the fan of some console. I sneeze or lose my balance and I’m pretty much guaranteed a slow and painful death by suffocation from my video game collection.
I wander the local ghost town escaping the dark clutches of my nerd prison and the only shops of interest heavily stock the items I find most endearing yet (currently) so tiring.
I go out and cavort with friends, but a lot of them are former work colleagues. As previously mentioned I worked in a Game store. Games tend to crop up from time to time you know? I can’t even sup on a traditional pint of ale without hearing the fecking Konami code at least once!
I’ve taken up running. I’m slowly trying to kill myself with physical exercise. I’ve started drawing again. I’ve started writing again in the form of this blog. I’m now reading more than ever. I’m on first name terms with the sweet old lady at the library, toothless grin an’ all! The thing is, I’m now slowly tiring of them too (The old lady especially). Holy plot twist Mattman!

So yes, I’m in a rut and I’m looking for advices. Advice besides anything patronizing like “Hang in there old chum” or “Get a job” are most welcome. Both I’m working on.

What have you done to combat against such a problem yourself? Are there any programs you’d suggest I’d familiarise myself with before going to college and designing the next big hit with a number in its title? Are you free tomorow night?
Anything you can offer me in the form of words or a constructed sentence will make this old man very happy albeit for a couple seconds. Regardless of it’s content.

There are only so many times or ways that I can touch myself before life just isn’t worth living any more.
One as handsome as I was not meant for an existence as dull as this.