We can talk about certain things with breathless vigor, as if they are consequential. Football (not the beautiful game) and auto racing come to mind, along with video games. Most sports, actually. It’s all serious business, I know, but this doesn’t mean there’s not an air of undue importance attached to all of it.
All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, sure, but does anyone else get the sense that many of us are living vicariously through someone or something else? Playing make believe and rationalizing that what we’re doing has real-world applications? Or are we just avoiding real life, content in a make-believe world where we can feel better about ourselves because we prevail in a “quest” or a board game, or our team wins a Super Bowl?
It’s an admittedly cynical take on things, but I can’t shake the feeling that we spend a lot of time convincing ourselves that what we’re doing is somehow important, when it’s not.