I now no longer play video games unless in the presence of others. This is a disturbing turn of events. This is maturity? Couldn't it have manifested in any other fashion? Why couldn't I have just developed a desire to donate blood, or plant a tree, or something else, and held on to my game-playing ways?
There's no desire whatsoever. Maybe if another game comes out that really entrances me, I might be enticed to stumble back into the game playing. Maybe the Star Wars game coming out for the Wii in September. Maybe not. Right now, I'm going to pretend I still play video games, so my coworker won't keep asking to borrow my Xbox. Or, I could just say that there's no reason I don't want to loan him the console, aside from the simple reason that I don't want to.
Social video games are great. I think I could play video games multiplayer in the same room or rooms all the freaking time, but it's just so sterile over the internet, or by myself. Digital masturbation at its finest.
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