The Post which Farts Silently

This week I declare it is No Gaming Week!

In the previous post I mentioned that I bought the game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. I've been dwelling on the idea of spending $75 on a CD game. I finally succumb to its allure, bought it last week and I've been playing ever since!

Just a tad too much though. I find myself delaying meal times and other things I have to do to spend a bit more time shooting down opponents on the screen. Sometimes when I get home, it's to switch on my laptop, log on to Steam and get playing straight away.



My dad has been keeping quiet about it, but I remember I had a similar gaming addiction to Defense of the Ancients about two years back. Man, that was really bad. I practically spend every two hours at night after dinner for several months watching the Nightelves, Undead, Orcs and Humans beat the crap out of each other.

One day my dad had it, pulled me to one side and gave me a dressing down. To call it a dressing down is to put it lightly. He basically used every damn thing in his arsenal to break me down and I thought then, holy crap, I'll stop gaming for good.

Well, I did started to play again after that, but at reasonable amounts of about one or two games a week, as opposed to every single moment when my dad has his back turned.



Now I'm not an avid gamer. I'm really not. A fella addicted to gaming skips school and
social events just to play games. They don't exercise, they stare at the computer for hours and never tire, and they rabble on incessantly about how many levels they gained online.

Lucky for me I'm not. Simply because I can't even concentrate on playing for more than two hours at a go (my eyes get tired from watching flashing images after longer periods).

But when you only have two to three hours at home each day after school, camp life, or work, and you spend those away in the virtual world and neglect your other commitments, it's hardly worth it.



I did a bit of reflection this morning during my usual cup of quiet coffee, and I conclude that holding onto my trusty SCAR-H rifle in the world of Modern Warfare is taking up too much of my precious time. Maybe it's time to set those smokin' guns down, and pick up those unread books I have instead.



SO EVERYONE, I SHALL NOT GAME THIS WEEK. WATCH ME!