Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!

So, I’ve been playing a lot of minecraft lately. It’s funny; when I tell people this, so far I have mostly gotten one of two reactions:

The first is a sympathetic or disinterested eyeroll and “Oh, man, I so don’t have time for that.”

I totally get this. I appreciate this reaction – it was mine for a long time. I’ve spent years avoiding games that I knew would wreck me. But, in a moment of weakness, I recently let some coworkers convince me to give it another try and now I’m hooked and my life is ruined forever. But I digress.

The other is from parents: “Oh man, you play Minecraft?? My *kids play minecraft! I don’t get it.”*

I am not sure why Minecraft elicits this response where other games wouldn’t. “I’ve been playing chess a lot lately.” “Oh, man, you play chess?? My kid plays chess. I don’t get it.”

As if I’m some drooling cretin because I play a game that children also play. Here’s the thing: kids like Minecraft because kids like fun, and they haven’t had the last morsel of joy beaten out of them by the drudgery of everyday life yet. I know plenty of people that play Minecraft with their kids and have a blast.

So here’s what I’m forced to conclude when you give me the “my KIDS play minecraft! lol I don’t get it” response:

  1. You hate fun.
  2. You’re stupid.
  3. You don’t love your kids and you are a bad parent.

Now if you’ll excuse me I gotta go enchant a new pickaxe so I can finish the last floor of my totally sweet underwater dome base.