Monday, June 8, 2009

Shunnnnnnnn

When in the middle of the somewhat tumultuous decision making process about serving a mission, I was forced to come to terms with the sacrifices I would make, those things I would leave behind. I considered school, marriage, holidays, car, career, etc. I accepted these losses, left for a year and a half, and come home to find that really, I had not missed much. HOWEVER, months later, I've made an alarming discovery. I once had a skill. A skill that could wow any spectator. A skill that came naturally. A skill that I flaunted at every possible opportunity, and there were many. I was absurdly good at Guitar Hero. I was the Hero of Guitar. I was the reigning champion at any party. Worshiped by opponents. Strumming Freebird on expert as though I was born to. Now, I'm stripped of all ability. Awkwardly I hold the plastic guitar, hitting the colored buttons half a beat behind, the wrong fret, and held too short or too long. Apparently mastery over a simulated rendition of Nirvana's Heart Shaped Box is not a blessing of heaven brought forth by sacrifice.

4 comments:

  1. I love Guitar Hero and Rockband. We should play.

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  2. dear meg: I love you. I have season one of star trek

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  3. Well this is the most disturbing thing I've heard ever.

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  4. Welcome to the land of Guitar Zero. Or maybe the guitar class you took last semester has thrown you off. The now dispelled link between Hero and Real Guitar may be to blame...

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