Over the holidays, my brother and I were reminiscing about the fun we had playing video games as kids.
I heard myself say "I don't even like video games anymore, what happened to me?"
Don't get me wrong, I was never a "gamer". I never got religious about it. But I enjoyed playing. I think there's a difference.
Yes - life got busy. I got a career, a mortgage, a wife, a beautiful daughter. But I don't think that's the reason. I certainly still find time to switch my mind off; dipping my toes into the stream here on Ello is a great example.
This morning, I figured it out. I didn't change. The games did. Complexity crept in, and the act of playing "a game" turned into the type of stress I was trying to escape.
If I had some time to spare before I fell asleep at night, why would I choose to be trusted with saving the world from a 3D realistic communist dictator in a mission that could take several days to complete? After all, I have just a few minutes - and I might fall asleep before every terrorist has been killed. Humanity deserves a better fate than I can provide.
Either that, or crops had to be planted and harvested. Digital chores? No thanks.
Today, at the recommendation of a friend, I grabbed "Drop Wizard" on the app store. My desire to play is back.
Beautifully simple game. Mindless fun. I feel like I'm 10 years old again.
Best part? No quarters required.