This copy of BF3 gives me infinite sadness.

I went and picked up my copy of BF3 today before work. It was a kinda of a sad occasion, though.... and I've been to midnigth releases for WoW games.

As I walked it I was disturbed to see so many moms. Yes, moms. I saw a bunch of teenage boys... and their moms. What. The. Fuck? The two people ahead of me were both kids with their moms waiting in line to buy the game. The guy at the register explained that it was a mature game and described the content to the parent and then asked if they were sure. They agreed, made the transaction and got out of my way. The kid directly in front of me was in loafers, fitting khaki dress pants, a button down, a Northface jacket and sporting some bottle-cap glasses. This was a REAL winner. This was a kid who was going to be screaming "nigger" and "faggot" loudly into his mic over XBox Live the next couple of weeks while he felt the game out.

I am sure that I was the only person there with any interest in PC games, which was also kind of sad. The guy at the register did let me know that they would be having a midnight release for MW3 and asked if I wanted to pre-order. I politely declined. He then asked if I'd like to upgrade my Star Wars: The Old Republic pre-order to collector's edition. I then asked him if I could just get me game and he settled my transaction and allowed me to leave. GameStop sucks.

Now that I've got this copy, it's eating away at me. It feels so empty. I really wish that I could play this game. I NEED THIS! This is my stress release. This is my break from the world. This is how I avoid heavy medication. This is how I balance myself. Ugh. I can't wait to get my video card back. =(