It's amazing how many things I've developed a passion for that I've thrown aside. It only takes a small change and they slip out of my routine, vanishing to the dusty corners of my memory. Even a momentary distraction, an infatuation with a flashy novelty can make me forget a true love.
I'm somewhat of a tetris nut. I play it hard, I play it fast. I play so much I get blisters on my fingers. One time when I was away on a trip for work, I got bored in my hotel and programmed tetris using Access on the work laptop I had. And I've just realised that it's been months since I've actually played. I've missed my blocks.
"Fun" isn't the word I'd use to describe the way I play. It's more of an experience where the rational side of my brain becomes completely engrossed in making the blocks fall in the right places that the rest of me gets a break. I can think like me again. With loud tunes pumping through my headphones I can tune right out from the world. It's problems. My problems. I'm free.
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