Video Gamer Gets Left

Have you ever mourned the blah-ness of your life? Yearning for something new to happen?
Daring to hope for something fresh to be excited about?  Wishing your days away, worried that it has not happened? Angry for no reason other than you have forgotten that video-game playing is not satisfying and subliminal clips of video games are keeping you away from doing other things that satisfy and fulfill you?

Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping.  Sixty five thousand and forty-two points!
Have you ever gotten a wake-up call in the middle of the night to say that something has drastically changed? A baby has been born? A great-great-great-great uncle you have never met has died? 

Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping.  Seventy-five thousand and one points! Still number 2 spot.
Hey! Are you in there? Are you with me? Can you hear me?  We never talk any more.  It is as if I live alone.  Your body is here, but you are living in the virtual world now. It is not making you or me happy. Can we please talk?

Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping. New game!

Have you ever been aware that you are not in charge? Have you ever stopped blaming yourself for your brother’s suicide?  Have you ever thought of helping someone else, so you can get out of this funk you are in? 

Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping. Twenty-six thousand and fifty-one points!

Do you know I have left you?

Ping. Sling. Bam. Beep. Beep. Ping
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Mcferran Avatar
October 6, 2018 at 2:46 PM
I am in AWE OF YOU! This is flawless, down to the quirky little sound effects and score updates. Brilliant depiction of video game addiction being used to avoid the pain of an unfulfilling life.
Mcferran Avatar
October 8, 2018 at 12:44 AM
I feel your pain. I've weaned myself off at the moment, but when I get hooked on video games I get utterly ridiculous, and as you say, "like a dead pidgeon"! It is an awful addiction and SO hard to break!
Krutsinger Avatar
October 6, 2018 at 3:20 PM
The funniest part is, I am writing about MYSELF. I am so addicted to Word Chums and Words with Friends I spend approximately 4 hours a day, comatose in my chair, like a dead pigeon. I cannot BELIEVE my husband has not left yet!
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