As you read in the discription...

I am currently kinda tired but who gives a shit anyway.
On with the philosophy. Though you may think it uncommon (And it is) poetry about gaming is just as valid as any other kind of poetry. "The game isn't real!" the myriad morons moan, but they're right. it isn't real, and neither are their favorite stories, books, and movies. Just because Romeo and Juliet isn't real does it have less of an impact on us? Does the story mean less? should we throw it away like an old piece of garbage, something that isn't real and there for has no meaning? Of coarse not, that would be ludicrous. So why are the games I love so deeply exempt from this? And the movies, good god the movies, there are more awards for films these days than there are films, its heinous. And once again, games are exempt from this special treatment. Why, why, why? It doesn't really make sense. So, why shouldn't games impact my life? Why should people look at gamers and say "Eww, he must live with his mother, have no girl friend, be completely socially inept, and eat nothing but cheesys and soft drinks." Its bull shit. A Film maker would be fawned over, and writers... well... um... you know... have... children that don't get put on their wiki pages? I digest. So, the focus for this week is: Why in anything you care to something, do gamers instantly gain the "Lonely Loser" title and 20 achievement points and actors, directors, writers(most of whom are lonely and losers) get the, brilliant human being, visionary, and profound titles, sans achievment points?