So I played Sims 4 most of yesterday. And much of the night before
Another Christmas gift that I guess I'm going to have to talk about separately is one of the presents annanov and vladiatorr got me - Sims 4.
"Just to make sure you won't have any free time," they joked.
That doesn't seem quite as funny now.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, tweelore introduced me to Sims 3. The game turned out to be surprisingly.... involving. And, after leaving her apartment, I remember distinctly almost craving the game. But, since she Kevin are in [redacted suburb name] and I'm on the North Side of Chicago, I just pushed those down and went out my day.
My family had Christmas a bit early, on Sunday. I played a bit on Monday. Then, I wound up playing quite a bit more on Tuesday. I don't even want to say just how late I wound up playing. As the result I woke up... I don't even want to say how late. And, after getting very late breakfast and checking e-mail and social media, I went back to playing.
I planned to play for three hours, then go out for a bit, maybe do some work stuff (since, you know, my family already celebrated Christmas). I even set the alarm clock to let me know when I'm supposed to stop.
Hah.
I wound up playing all day. And evening. And a bit into the night.
By the time I stopped playing, I was feeling very tired. And sore. And not as hungry as one would expect, but hungry still. So, after getting some fairly late dinner, I plopped into bed, not even bothering to take out my contacts.
As people who know me even a bit will tel you, I don't drink, don't smoke, and don't do drugs. here are many reasons for that, but one of the big ones is that I'm terrified of having something that controls my life. Something that I am compelled to take, whether I want it or not.
And there I am, practically addicted to a bloody video game.
I mean... look. I've ben known to pull Starcraft near-all-nighters when I was younger. This feels worse.
I'm not saying I won't play it again... But not until I can be reasonably sure I will be able to set limits and stick to them.
And besides... At this point, while part of me still wants to play, my body is practically screaming at me to no, please God, don't do it again.
"Just to make sure you won't have any free time," they joked.
That doesn't seem quite as funny now.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, tweelore introduced me to Sims 3. The game turned out to be surprisingly.... involving. And, after leaving her apartment, I remember distinctly almost craving the game. But, since she Kevin are in [redacted suburb name] and I'm on the North Side of Chicago, I just pushed those down and went out my day.
My family had Christmas a bit early, on Sunday. I played a bit on Monday. Then, I wound up playing quite a bit more on Tuesday. I don't even want to say just how late I wound up playing. As the result I woke up... I don't even want to say how late. And, after getting very late breakfast and checking e-mail and social media, I went back to playing.
I planned to play for three hours, then go out for a bit, maybe do some work stuff (since, you know, my family already celebrated Christmas). I even set the alarm clock to let me know when I'm supposed to stop.
Hah.
I wound up playing all day. And evening. And a bit into the night.
By the time I stopped playing, I was feeling very tired. And sore. And not as hungry as one would expect, but hungry still. So, after getting some fairly late dinner, I plopped into bed, not even bothering to take out my contacts.
As people who know me even a bit will tel you, I don't drink, don't smoke, and don't do drugs. here are many reasons for that, but one of the big ones is that I'm terrified of having something that controls my life. Something that I am compelled to take, whether I want it or not.
And there I am, practically addicted to a bloody video game.
I mean... look. I've ben known to pull Starcraft near-all-nighters when I was younger. This feels worse.
I'm not saying I won't play it again... But not until I can be reasonably sure I will be able to set limits and stick to them.
And besides... At this point, while part of me still wants to play, my body is practically screaming at me to no, please God, don't do it again.