Daily Prompt: Apply yourself. Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easy to you.
Remember this face?~
What about this one?………
Oh yeah, those are my go-to faces when things don’t go my way. The other day you saw them both when you read about my wedding rehearsal dinner that didn’t happen. If you missed it, you can read about it HERE
In my latest attempt to broaden my horizons and learn a new skill, my poor husband saw these faces a lot. In fact, I haven’t mastered it yet, and have only made a few attempts, because learning to use an X-Box controller appears to be far beyond my scope of ability.
We thought it would be great fun to get ourselves an X-Box for Christmas. My husband loves the game Left 4 Dead, and we thought we would enjoy playing it together.
In an exercise of patience like I’ve never seen before, he painstakingly attempted to teach me how to use the infernal controller one afternoon. As he explained all the buttons to me, and displayed on the screen what they were doing, I was reduced to a spoiled child who wanted to throw the damn thing at the TV.
The thing is so foreign to me that I’m not sure I’ll ever figure it out. Being left-handed certainly didn’t help. As the day wore on, I kept trying, getting angrier and more frustrated. After learning just enough to put myself in the path of a horde of zombies as little more than bait. I gave up. I wanted nothing to do with it anymore. I really just wanted to soak my head in a bucket of booze. That’s no lie.
I felt stupid and childish. I felt angry for feeling stupid and childish. It was a lose-lose kind of thing. I left it alone for a few hours, and then came back and tried again. This time, I did the game by myself, with my darling husband merely coaching over my shoulder. I actually managed to make it through one level alive before I gave up, but only killed a paltry 30 some undead. When the computer avatars who played with me each wiped out over a hundred, that definitely makes me the weak one of the herd. I should be culled. Perhaps I just need to keep trying, and hopefully eventually, once I am more comfortable with all those buttons, I might be able to navigate this post zombie apocalyptic world with more ease. I have figured out how to crouch and turn around in circles. This hasn’t proved to be very helpful as yet, I’m afraid.
My son gave us a stack of Xbox games for Christmas, including two versions of Assassin’s Creed~the game I really want to learn. (Ha!) That one is far away in my future I’m afraid. I started with Red Dead Redemption. A walk through “Role Playing Game” that takes place around the turn of the 20th Century.
The environment is much different. It’s slower, more methodical, and there isn’t a pack of hungry zombies around every corner to freak the shit out of me and make me forget what I’m trying to do. One night I was playing it, getting used to things, actually accomplishing an objective here and there (woo hoo!).
Mr. The Cheeky said “I sure hope you get to do more in this game than ride a horse.”
“Nnnnnnno, no no. This is great, this is perfect. I can ride a horse. This pace is much better for me. ”
I plan to survive the Zombie Apocalypse just as soon as I conquer The Old West, and not before. I’m so thankful that patience is a virtue that Mr. Cheeky has in abundance.