How I Got Through This
Bumbling Through ‘Minecraft’ Got Me Through 2020
It’s a game I didn’t need to win — I just needed to push through
Few things have brought me more comfort and joy during the pandemic than a video game beloved by millions of adolescent children. I’m a grown-ass adult who does Very Adult Things, like paying taxes and drinking whiskey straight, and yet Minecraft consumes a not so insignificant portion of my brain space. You might say my interest in the game is equal parts pandemic-induced boredom and standard millennial escapism, but that’s only a half-truth. In reality, I started playing Minecraft years ago, when my life and sense of self were a nebulous cloud. Minecraft helped give it a shape. For the first time ever, I’d found a way to decompress by actually using my brain instead of failing miserably at trying to turn it off.
Minecraft is known as a sandbox game; players are dropped into a randomized world of varying landscapes made up almost entirely of square blocks. There are no set rules or a hero’s journey to follow. Players are free to do what they want, how they want, in a world where the laws of physics and gravity only sometimes apply, and the slow-moving monsters are vaguely cute. I’d say only 15% of the game mechanics are naturally intuitive; Ikea furniture has more of…
