To be cringe is to be free
…and I’m too busy being cringe to do much more than invite you to do the same.
I’ve been working nonstop lately, and dealing with some heavy medical stuff. Magically this weekend I ended up having no plans. Rather than fill that time with social activities or busy work I tried to really listen to my body, and it needed rest.
So I’ve spent all weekend embracing the cringe and playing one of my absolute favorite games, a fan-made game based on the Warrior Cats series (which some would argue is for children in the way Watership Down is) called ClanGen. Sort of like blogging on Bear the game can be as simple or complex as you make it; using the basic worldbuilding of the book series you can put cats in different roles and watch the “clan” of cats grow over time.
Personally I tend to get pretty. . . invested when I play. Half of yesterday I wasn’t even playing, just designing myself an elaborate spreadsheet to track lineages and other things I decided to care about. And to be honest, I’ve been so at peace this weekend in a way I’ve been really missing.
Took a break from gaming to write, and then draw, about gaming
The haters will say it’s cringe, real ones know personal freedom when they see it. What is “cringe” other than authentic joy in a society that attempts to demand uniformity?
(Now, will I take my own advice and finally start experimenting with Trad Goth makeup like I’ve been dreaming about? Only time will tell. . .)