Addm
As a kid, playing games was a whole other experience. Content repeating menial tasks, spending hours messing around in a hub-world, ignorant to most jank a game threw at me.
But gone are the days of wasting hours upon hours in Pokémon Sapphire. Grinding up a Vulpix because I didn’t realise it evolved with a Fire Stone; waking up early to play my brother’s copy of GTA IV and drive around aimlessly; being the world’s worst e-architect by building hundreds of offensively ugly Minecraft houses.
But now the critical lens of adulthood has wormed its way in, turning me into a serial media-abandoner. At the doors of the last bossfight but just not feeling it? Only got the series finale left but feeling a bit bored? 10 minutes left of the film but feel I’ve got the jist of it?
Kitt
I’ve grown up putting many hours into computer games. Mario Kart Wii, Club Penguin, Spore, and Super Smash Bros come to mind as particularly long childhood hours. But here’s the thing about computer games, right. They’re young, there are a lot of them, and most of them aren’t really worth your time. Now, stay with me here.
As I’ve grown into the ripe old age of my mid-20s, not long ago I started to think I didn’t like computer games anymore. Nothing clicked like it used to, and I was seeing through the cracks more and more. Realising, as fetch quests got samier, as voice acting got worse, as I spent more time playing in the skill-tree menu than playing the game, that actually putting in the hours on the games that everybody was recommending wasn’t just boring to me – it was wasting my time, and making life worse.
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