I've play a lot of games in my life. I use them as an escape from the everyday, and tend not to think about why I play them. Actually, you could say I don't have time to think about why I'm playing. I'm too busy killing things, or discovering secrets, or platforming, or...well, you get the point.
Animal Crossing is different.
Yesterday, as I was wandering around the island, the thought occurred to me: Why am I doing this?
The first answer that popped into my head was really a logical answer: I'm almost done paying off the new addition to my house.
But that seemed strange to me. I'm paying off a virtual house that no one cares about. If I turned off the game today and never went back, I would be fine with it. And while I might get some grief on here on TAY, I doubt much else would change in my life. I doubt I would regret it.
And yet, I have this small, nagging feeling that I might regret it. There is this draw to Animal Crossing that is really unidentifiable.
Bell farming is tedious. Still, I do it everyday. I get up and spend the first productive hour of my morning watering flowers, digging up fossils, and browsing the stores. I pay off my mortgage, help my friends, and try to rebuild my town.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that Animal Crossing is just like real life. We buy a house and then spend long, tedious hours trying to pay it off. Usually hours spent doing menial things. (If only I could pay off my real-life house with seashells.) When there is spare money, we put some away in the bank and spend the rest on clothes, or a vacation, or a night out on the town.
We are living our lives in miniature in a game.
And yet, there is still this draw.
The hope a new store will open.
Hope I will pay off one of the projects/renovations.
Hope that someone will come visit me.
Hope I may visit them.
Hope becomes the word that keeps you going.
Kinda like real life. :)
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