When it comes to video games, joy is often linked with. Yes, playing games is hella fun to do so considering all the friends you can make, the whole new artificial world where you can live without caring about anyone. I have this on my mind every time when I start playing. But it stops at just that. After a couple of hours dying and respawning all over again, what is thought to bring joy, happiness , connection seems to do the opposite. I start questioning why I play this fucking game when I am filled with anger and anxiety. How much time have I played, no, wasted on this futile piece of crap ? It is not important to me, I soon realize. That the mere joy at the beginning is temporary, tempting just to lure you in, letting you indulge in the whole crappy digital world just to feel shittier after every match. So that is the part with gaming, why gaming to me is wrong on many levels. Also that is why I decide to quit it.
