As a kid, I was always around video games. My dad had a Sega Genesis before I was even born, so I got a very early start. We moved around a lot, often to new homes in towns with no English speakers, so I’d spend a great deal of my time getting wrapped up in the single player experiences of various video games, whether they be sports, RPGs, or action/adventure. It was a great distraction from a few lonely summers and having no siblings meant that I was often playing solo.  Even after I’d met groups of friends, I’d still find myself caught up in some game every weekend, playing for hours and hours on end. I could plow through a sweeping fantasy epic in mere days and it wasn’t uncommon for me to play through a long game multiple times. 

These days, my love of video games hasn’t diminished per se, but I no longer find myself really excited about the prospect of playing a video game. Obviously, I’ve gotten much busier and taken on far greater responsibilities, but even if I find myself faced with 8 hours of nothing on a Saturday afternoon, I still can’t bring myself to play a game for more than maybe 1 or 2 hours at a time, regardless of what kind of game it is, even if it’s pretty amazing.

I wouldn’t necessarily say that I feel like I’ve outgrown it at all (I played a bit this morning, actually) but I just don’t feel that same level of enthusiasm anymore. It’s not really a big deal but I guess I’m not really sure what to make of it.