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, SteveÃ¢â‚¬â„¢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.