I hate video games. Seriously. I hate them. All. More than that, I hate that video games- despite my avidly avoiding them- can still affect my life.
Let me explain.
My long distance
boyfriend is twenty four years old. Steve is a college grad working and preparing for law school. He loves video games. He spends his free time playing video games. He just bought a big, flat screen,
HD television to play his video games. And all I have to say is, REALLY?!
Now, I admit I play sudoku and tetris online for study breaks, but there is a huge difference between 30 minutes of
homework-avoidance and hours upon hours of mindless wandering and shooting in virtual worlds. Because video games are so popular, evidenced by the fact that new games and platforms emerge weekly, I
have to assume there is some inextricable draw. But what is it? Why is shooting at some alien-space-thingy more interesting than going somewhere, seeing something?
Another huge problem:
gaming never takes less than two hours and subsequently turns grown adults into little kids yelling at television screens. Admittedly, a long distance relationship does alleviate some of the gun
shooting, dead-person-gargling which would filter through the house if my boyfriend did live here. To be blunt, if gaming affected my daily life, Steve’s new XBOX 360 will be in serious danger
of total annihilation. Plastic shards and wire bits.
In the next week or two, I will be visiting Steve after his ACL surgery. He has warned me of his plans for non-stop, post-surgery gaming.
I plan on a second installment of this blog chronicling my slow fall into insanity. Stay tuned.