“Have you played Bioshock Infinite?” my co-worker excitedly asked me the other day.
“No, not yet.” I responded, “It looks great, though I’ve never played a Bioshock game.”
He looked confused. “You’ve…what?! They’re great games, well, maybe not the second one…but you should really give them a shot, especially Infinite.”
Yeah, well…” my gaze turned to the floor, “maybe someday.”
Later that day, at my computer, I sat and stared at a list of upcoming game releases, and I sighed. Some were games that knew I had to play; others I knew I’d pass on. I moved to another site to read a few current games reviews, and I sighed again.
Will I ever play these games, I wonder? Maybe someday…some…day…[SIGH]
Argh! My melancholy turned to sudden anger. Why did this even bother me??
