Modern “gaming” bears more resemblance to those other-mentioned vices than it does to when it was a nascent thing and still fun. The parts of my brain that light up when playing an NES game is not the same as the ones that light up when it (very briefly) tries to engage in any of the unfinished ones in my increasingly-seldom-visited steam library.
Modern “gaming” bears more resemblance to those other-mentioned vices than it does to when it was a nascent thing and still fun. The parts of my brain that light up when playing an NES game is not the same as the ones that light up when it (very briefly) tries to engage in any of the unfinished ones in my increasingly-seldom-visited steam library.