The Bad Guys Are Winning - And I'm Scared

For the past few years I’ve been playing simple video games on my computer. Over the past year, I’ve observed that the bad guys are winning with increasing frequency; and it’s got me really worried.
This may start out weird, but stay with me. For the past few years I’ve been playing simple video games on my computer. Nothing sophisticated, you understand: not the type of games that require strategy or role playing. Just straightforward shoot-em-ups. You know, where you try to bring down as many bad guys as you can, before they get you.

No, I am not regressing into second childhood – although some well meaning friends have warned me I’m getting there. I don’t play the games because I am a bloodthirsty s.o.b, but for a mundane reason. I’ve been using the games as a gauge to test my reflexes and my hand-eye coordination. Over the past year, I’ve observed that the bad guys are winning with increasing frequency; and it’s got me really worried.

I am aware of the conventional wisdom that says your reflexes slow down as you get older, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon (I’m 63). My current scores are about half what they were when I started out; and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m losing it. It may explain why I’ve been afraid to drive a car for some years now; and why women shudder in horror if I ask them to dance – although I think the latter is mainly genetic.

One reason I continue to write articles which not many people read – apart from the sheer pleasure it gives me – is to keep my mind active and sharp. I am absolutely terrified of getting Alzheimer’s. My father was in the first stages of it when God, mercifully, took him away. I’m vain enough to believe my writing is pretty coherent – even good in parts – so perhaps I shouldn’t be too worried for now. However, a friend whose intelligence I respect greatly told me my articles lack focus; so I can’t help wondering if that’s a warning signal. Still, I’m reasonably confident I’m in good shape in that department.

The hand-eye coordination is another matter. I am probably paranoid, but fleeting forebodings of Parkinson’s come unbidden to my mind; and I break out in a cold sweat. I keep telling myself that I’m delusional. It’s just a silly game. And everyone gets old. Still, I would feel so much better if I start winning again. I do eat a lot of fish – and almonds – but it doesn’t seem to help.
   By Firoze Hirjikaka
Published: 1/2/2008
 
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