Although debatable by the source of the games title, I'd say my submission is fairly original. Not too many critics considered this game a momentous accomplishment. However, the original music in combination with the futuristic aesthetic both posses so much charm. GTA 2 is kinda clunky, not technologically congruent with the cinematic standards of 2016, and especially long winded...however, it was my first GTA and still makes me joyful when I stream and listen to all of the in house produced music.

This isn't necessarily quantified into a fixed occurrence, and I'm only in my mid twenties, but it was ultimately the pursuit of 'personality' self confidence. Not being able to perpetually move forward on your own motivation hinders everything from your occupational skills, your comfort level toward experiencing lives boundaries, and perhaps even your ability to trust your peers. There isn't really a demand nor a source of justification for me to meticulously manicure a five paragraph ode to my struggles n' strifes, but some of the tender is there covering a myriad of hardship from parental loss, financial uncertainty, family suicide, PTSD, female rejection, unemployment, ect.

And this is life. It's on par. Deplorable, but on par. And I'm not going to juxtapose my memoir next to a list of reasons I can check off why this shouldn't have happened to me. I was sheltered, not by my parents, but the rural nature of small town life. Just me and the internet super highway. You too had your noggin jammed into a CRT monitor for the better part of a decade, didn't you? Hey, we are a duo then. My comedic draw bag, conversational interests, movie preferences, and love of niche technology consisted of things that were not cultivated from common peer discussion. My natural, unmodified character distanced me from fellow students. The isolation as a kid made me struggle when a large group of people just happen to interject into my organized plan to leave everyone the hell alone. I was physically bullied, mocked for being scholastically challenged, never invited to anything, and rejected by any of the women I asked out. All of this bullshit made me sensitive and modify my existence as to not appear "weird" "un-normal" or "not popular." Normal is a facsimile for people who cling onto top 100 billboard listings and the marketisation of over priced commodities. The moment you dismantle this notion that life is supposed to be tailored in a fashion that everyone will like you unanimously is the day you are free. Be the weird little nerdy hobbit that the noodles in your head desires. Do you. Only you have a franchise on you.

In essence, my quintessential struggle was that I just needed to come to the realization that being unique is an intrinsic part of human nature. OUTGOING SELF CONFIDENCE is the basis of what PEOPLE LIKE YOURSELF are drawn too, and provided you can be that in combination of a decent/considerate human being, you just might find out that you too are like a lot of people within society.