Last night, while I was enjoying a little Makers Mark on a single whiskey cube, and playing some video games on my phone, it hit me like a ton of bricks, “I am completely wasting my time!”.
I had been playing this game “War Robots” (Don’t judge!) that pits you against other players in Robot battles. You are pitted against other players, and can join squads/teams and go out to battle. Most of the time you are out fighting other players, but there is a lot of waiting for Robots to upgrade, so you can wipe other players off of the maps.
Games usually last about 8-10 minutes, and I had been playing this damn thing just about every day for about a year and a half. That’s when I realized, if I had put that hour a day into something else (let’s say reading) I probably would have finished all of the classics I had never read. I could have put that toward training for an ironman and actually finished one. I could have probably become a PhD in particle physics!
This is when it all sunk in that I play this game to escape, tune everything out, and be the exact opposite of present. Theirs is no bettering of self in the through playing this game, so why do I keep coming back? To waste time. That’s the only reason I have. Sure there is some comradery with the guys in my clan (Group of about 36 people who all go into battle together) but I’ve neglected my self-betterment in the pursuit of a better fucking robot!? I can tell you every hiding place on every board in the game, but my fingers are forgetting how to play songs on the guitar. And what can I take from this game into daily conversations? “Hey man, you have level 12 Orkans on your Griffin?” What the fuck is that?