fourteen of fifty two - 2012.03.18

I think that if someone plays a video game, and then goes out and harms another human being, or blew themselves up because of what they just saw in the video game, they were screwed up in the head long before they got their hands on a controller.

a long time back, i played call of duty: modern warfare and remember how awesome it was.

then came call of duty: modern warfare 2, and like any gamer, i certainly was hyped about it.  now, i know it's a two year old game, but i had kept putting off buying it mostly because there was always something that real-life-ish that got in the way (i hate being an adult, you can tell)

then early in the week, a friend got me a copy of a modern warfare 2.  i was rabid for sure, but work had kept me busy during the week so i ended up putting off playing till the weekend.

when i finally did,  i couldn't keep my hands off it and spent all weekend playing.  it was, as i expected, an awesome game, with intense firefights all the way and i was hooked and in a bad way: the world stopped turning and everything else was muted and the only thing that mattered was finishing the game.

i did finish it, but man, at what cost: no chores done, did not cook any meals (had food delivered instead), nearly forgot to bathe, and no pics taken, except this one, late sunday night.

my wife (god bless her) has been very supportive, and left me alone long enough to let my indulgence run its course, and even clapped cheerfully when i finished the game (maybe she was just happy that my rabid insanity was finally over?)

it was good to finally play in such an immersive fashion again; i haven't done that in a while.

but after it was all over, i realize (grudgingly) that maybe i need to tone it down and exercise a bit more control.  i am after all .. *sigh*... a mature and responsible adult (have i mentioned how much i hate being an adult?), and because as much fun as games are, there is always something real-life-ish that needs doing.

someone get me a time machine please.  i'd like to be fourteen again.

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