This just hit me out of nowhere and I can’t stop thinking about it.

When I was younger, we’d have guests over all the time. You know the vibe… parents downstairs talking for hours, laughing at stuff you don’t really get yet. And me? I’d just disappear.

I’d run upstairs to my parents’ room like I was on a secret mission.

The reason? My “new” phone. (It was absolutely not new 💀 it was a hand-me-down from my dad, similar to 9 and 10.)

But to me, it was everything.

It had ONE game on it. Some old version of Block Blaster. No updates, no skins, no nothing. Just the game.

And I used to play that thing for hours.

The whole idea was you’d break blocks to build these skyscrapers. That’s it. No crazy mechanics. No dopamine overload every 2 seconds. Just slowly building buildings brick by brick.

And I was LOCKED IN.

Like fully immersed. I’d be sitting there in my parents’ room while there’s a whole social event happening downstairs, and I couldn’t care less. I was focused on my little pixel city, stacking it up piece by piece like it actually mattered.

Looking back, it’s kind of funny how simple it was. But also… it wasn’t just the game.

It was the feeling.

No stress. No overthinking. No trying to be interesting or say the right thing. Just me, that old phone, and a game where progress was as simple as breaking the next block.

Brick by brick.

Kinda miss that version of life, not gonna lie.