The first step is admitting you have an orc
If you’re a gamer, or you hang out with gamers, you’ve probably known an MMORPG addict. You know the kind of person I’m talking about. The kind who can tell you about their level gazillion warrior/mage and his Sword Of Killing Everyfuckingthing, but couldn’t tell you what nation was in the news for doing a nuclear bomb test last week.
This blog has an interesting “confessional” post of sorts from a former World of Warcraft addict. Bully for him, I say, for quitting “WoW” and rejoining the land of those who bathe and speak in actual English. However, one thing struck me about his post above the usual “how can someone get that far into a game” aspect. Even now that he’s quit and admits he had a real problem, he doesn’t seem to get the magnitude of what a waste of time his addiction was. He talks about how people like him waste time playing the game for their “loot” that becomes obsolete and worthless a week later when they update the game. The problem? It was worthless to begin with. It wasn’t real.
I like video games. I play them sometimes. I’ve even dabbled in the MMOs. They can be a good distraction for a short time; a way to unwind and relax. But when you neglect friends, jobs, your health, etc. for a game, you’re giving up things that are real and matter for something that is unreal and unimportant. Maybe I’m reading this guy wrong, but he suggests the things he did were irrelevant because they came to not matter in the game, but he seems to miss that they never mattered at all.
Maybe it just takes time to get the perspective. I wish him only the best in his new life of showering and eating things other than pizza.