"Bro just one more post processing technology, trust me, just one more and all the clarity issues are going to be fixed, just one more. One more and that's it, it's going to look native, just one more. Just let me do one more, please."
Great, now I can play those blury, washed out, Vaseline smeared UE5 games at 40 FPS on high end hardware with a bit sharper upscaling artifacts. And only have to pay what, $700 more compared to a non GSync monitor?
In my experience that's like pressing on the wound to relief the pain briefly after letting go. Sure you go out and pretend everything is fine, but then afterwards when your alone, depression hits back even harder. It's only a short term solution.
From my experience, if the guy you've known since High-school, who you've been the best man at his wedding - if that guy first ghosts you when you wanna hang out and then proceeds to say "Next weekend, I'm gonna make time, just for you." and then you text him up on Thursday to ask if he's still up to hang on the weekend, and he says "Woops, sorry something else came up." 4 WEEKENDS IN A ROW, then maybe, just maybe, you've reached a point where you lived yourselves apart.
Seriously, I know I'm not the most important thing in anyone's life, but I didn't want to find out first hand how unimportant I truly am. Ignorance is bliss.
PS: If that first sentence were any longer, it would reach the moon.
Despite the misconduct, all the people that worked hard should be proud to have created something that was not only truly unique but has also become part of the zeitgeist.
And yet, when you throw a hand grenade at any of the 500, they've like "Oh, shit" and run away. What happened, I thought you were a billionaire, why are you scared of a little hand grenade? Pussies.
Instead of old men catcalling young girls we should normalize, young boys sweet along older women. Like:"Damn Mrs. Anderson, the cookies you backed for you son, he shared them with us and they were deliscious.""Yeah, I beallt the spices in your kitchen are labelled and ordered.""You seem the kind of woman that always call consoles by their real name."
"Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in Doc..."