sunday doom. I've come to hate game music lately. No, I hate game sound.
But maybe that's the wrong sentiment at all:
I hate game sound if it's playing along day after day through my home, leaving me in an unfocused, bored, fucked up state of mind. I really can't explain why and WHAT exactly these sounds do to me, but I loath them.
There's so much to do, but..
It's almost as if I'm getting nervous just because everybody is DOING something, and I'm not even capable of getting dressed today. It's my huge to-do list, stabbing me from behind, telling me, I'm just another one that tries and can't get a grip on each task.
Probably only to-do lists know the darkest abysses of the human mind.
"I can't do this."
"I'm going to ignore this."
"It's not my job."
"They're expecting me to.."
"It's not finished yet.. There's just NO TIME!"
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
Eventually, you get disgusted by yourself.
I'm still hearing it: orchestral doom, slashes of swords, screams.. I often thought about selling that stupid console to anyone for seventy cent. But I could say "bye bye, world" as well, it wouldn't make any difference - but at least it would be silent then.
game sounds and my to-do list.. the ban of my existence since there's not much more I can hate.