I opened the blinking message box; my heart sank. New super arcade and restaurant opening up in Richardson. You. Are. Kidding.
Part of me is excited, but that is the most miniscule part of my being. The majority of me is so so angry. That had been a dream of mine for almost a year now, and I've been silently doing research, planning menus, making lists of beer and alcohol to serve.
What the hell?
So, with this monstrosity opening up in practically my own back yard, the dream I had for my own arcade mean nothing. There's not a place I think it would succeed, except maybe Denton or another college town. My heart hurts over something that I really wanted to pursue but was too scared. First the building in downtown Carrollton, now this?
This has sent me in a tailspin since last night about what I want to do with my life. Why bother with anything? Everything has already been done and there's nothing new under the sun. Oversaturation, especially in a market like this, will not really let any one person succeed, true, but it will make it harder for others to follow.
What's next? I guess this is the point where I shove all those stupid business ideas and plans in to the toilet and move on. To what, though, I don't know.
