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I am curious as to members' thoughts on video games. When this topic is introduced, the focus is usually on violence. However, my interest is elsewhere: particularly on the inherent pointlessness of video games.
I was once an avid gamer. In college, I was addicted to World of Warcraft; it was essentially the totality of my social experience. Over the years, I played video games less and less until my interest waned entirely. This coincided with other people losing interest and moving on with other areas of their lives.
I still have friends who play video games almost all the time. It's an enjoyable pastime for them, and I wish to take part in their enjoyment. However, I do not seem interested in video games at all anymore. To an extent, I mourn this as a loss.
When I load a game, I think: what is the point of this? What am I getting out of it? With movies and television, at least, I can entertain different points of view and perhaps broaden my perspective. With a video game, I am doing nothing but devoting my mental processes to the solution of a constructed puzzle with no bearing on reality. Mine rocks to craft virtual items? Why on earth would I do this?
It is strange. I actually work now for Twitch, which is the social nexus of the video gaming community. Yet I can no longer call myself a gamer.
I'm not sure what to make of this. Is it a good thing, a bad thing, or a neutral thing? Along the same lines, I find myself increasingly less interested in fiction that doesn't significantly speak to the nature of human existence. I once gobbled up sci-fi novels by the dozen; now, I lose interest a fifth of the way in.
I thought maybe I'd lost my interest in reading altogether, until I recently picked up Sam Harris' "Waking Up: A Guide to Spirituality Without Religion" and felt genuinely enthralled by what I was reading. That was a relief. My appetite for fiction has waned, perhaps, but my appetite for philosophy has grown considerably.
Perhaps my interests are simply changing with age. I'm 31, so perhaps the dawning experiential awareness of mortality and of the preciousness of the present moment has steered me away from fantastical diversions.
I'm curious what other members have to say about their similar experiences.