In the time I’ve been here I’ve come to understand that our reaction to this sim often parallels the grief model first proposed by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in her 1969 book, ‘On Death and Dying.’
Denial:
“I can’t believe my system doesn’t let me fly the most complex planes in the most resource-intensive areas, with the highest graphics settings. This can’t be right.”
Anger:
“I can’t believe I spent that much money on a system that doesn’t let me fly the most complex planes in the most resource-intensive areas, with the highest graphics settings. I’m really upset about this.”
Bargaining:
“Dear Microsobo, can you please update the sim so my system can fly the most complex planes in the most resource-intensive areas, with the highest graphics settings. If you do, I’ll stick around and buy more stuff.”
Depression:
“I’m thinking of quitting the sim. It’s just no fun anymore. I’m really sad.”
Acceptance:
“I finally realize that I won’t be able to fly the most complex planes in the most resource-intensive areas, with the highest graphics settings. I have to accept that this sim is extraordinary in many ways, and I’ll have to make some compromises between my expections and reality.”
The above is of course partly tongue-in-cheek. But there’s also a modicum of truth in it. I’ve reached the final stage, and have come to the realization that I have to fly within the limits of my system. I had no real expectations when I spent close to $3,000 three years ago for my computer - only hopes and dreams. Those dreams haven’t been dashed, but I have gone through the first four stages to some degree, wondering why a fairly powerful computer seemed handicapped in certain situations.
I still get a lot of enjoyment out of exploring all the different and wonderful aircraft, scenery, and weather out there (in there?) I’ve just learned there are some things I cannot do. I can be depressed about that, or I can accept it and fly on.
Also, I want to apologize if this offends anyone who faces, or has faced, a diagnosis of a terminal illness in themselves, their friends, or family members. That’s a real thing, not a game, and demands the deepest respect.