So I bought the Sims. I've heard the game was addictive, and it's true.
Work has had me pulling my hair out--little attacks from residents picking away at me. I have a tough skin, see. Sometimes I think I am unshockable.
Desensitized.
Dead to the touch.
But my stomach keeps burning, and I can't help but notice that I my posture is slouched, and my eye contact minimal at best.
I just wish my word could make things happen. That I wouldn't have to sound like a broken record. That I wasn't paid to be a punching bag at times.
Sometimes I just want to be in control.
So I go home, play the Sims, and watch the world I create, the world I control.
A simulated power.