Here's the thing—it wasn't what I expected. I went to the midnight store opening Monday night/Tuesday morning to purchase my copy of final Fantasy XIII. I had hoped that there would a large turn-out of gamers and that some would be dressed as their favorite FF characters. But alas and alack I saw no Moogles, no Cloud, no Sephoroth, Fran or Tidus. Just folks, just plain folks out at midnight to get one of the most loved fantasy RPG's of all time. Okay, that's my opinion but I think it's pretty accurate. My daughter Emily went with me because she also was hoping that the freak population of Havertown would be there. There was a line and we stood in it for maybe six minutes until I got my hands on my sweet copy. Guess what. I haven't even installed it to my XBOX hard drive yet. I've glanced through the strategy guide but I still haven't played it and it's been mine for almost twenty-four hours now.
So, why? What is it? It's a little like what I mentioned in an earlier post how anticipation can be your enemy. How waiting for my oral surgery nearly drove me nuts. How it heightened my anxiety level. But now, now I am experiencing oral surgery anticipation's twin sister—the good side of anticipation, sweet agony. There is something very visceral and alluring about seeing the game sitting here untouched, un-played and yet knowing that soon, probably as soon as I finish this post I am going to pop it into my system. I like the wait right now because it fills me with wonder. Does that make any sense to anyone?
Emily Dickinson understood this when she wrote:
Before the ice is in the pools
Before the skaters go,
Or any cheek at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow.
Before the fields have finished-
Before the Christmas tree
Wonder opon wonder –
Will arrive to me!