who once told me to let her know when I got sick of Y playing X-box. I think she might have meant Halo specifically, but my gripe is not about Halo.
It is about Y who can do little but play his stoopid X-box every free moment he has. I don’t mean he plays with the guys – I have absolutely no problems with him doing that, I mean he plays alone. That’s the stoopid part.
I understand the male need to jiggle buttons on a controller with fellow males. I understand this need even when it extends into the early hours of the morning. But I only understand for as long as there is community as the underlaying excuse, or if you’re a hermit with no responsibilities and no human beings around you.
When all he does is hog the television every spare minute so he can play by himself, when he can think of little else but his stoopid game(s), neither of which are Halo, I think I reserve the right to rant.
I would throw that pretty white thing out the window – and my in-laws would love me all the more for it too – but I love the boys too much to do that. Kindness can be so inconvenient at times.
