I am NOT a whore!

Last night I had a pleasurable experience.

While playing Half Life 2: Episode 2, I said "Achievement points, you are a weiner."

I startled myself when I said it. It surprised me. It was as if it bubbled up from a dark place in my soul that I did not know about. Instead of reloading, for the fifteenth time, a previous save point so I could destroy the f'ing helicopter without missing a single gravity gun mine toss, I uttered the aforementioned heresy and continued to play, knowing that I was sure to miss out on 15 achievement points.

I continued to flaunt good sense when I did not take the time to kill a hunter with its own flechettes. It felt good. I was so aroused by my rebelliousness that I drank a beer.

I think I was tired of dragging out these games for what are, in the end, pretty much useless trinkets. I still love my achievement points. But I'm going to go through the game and play as I please, at least at first, before I start whoring myself out to the sacred 1000 points.