another oldie from the first site. a conversation between me and a friend regarding my obsession with playing the sims, which was short-lived as i have the attention span of a 2 year old.
me: i’m going home to play the sims and make my own people.
friend: have fun playing god!
me: i made a goth girl with the hair i want. and a flat stomach. but i still don’t understand the game.
friend: playing god…that’s the game.
me: well you know how you said god hates you? i’m thinking maybe he doesn’t hate you at all—he’s just confused about which buttons he should be pushing on the controller.