G is for Gaming. Gamers. Games.
I don’t get it. I never have. Even as a teenager I didn’t “game” (not that there really were any back then, so maybe that’s not a fair assessment lol).
To me, the whole gaming addiction is as ridiculous as those “slaves” who only slave on Second Life and think it’s comparable to real life.
No, you’re really not saving the world/winning the war/being a hero just because you got mad joy stick skills, bro. And you don’t have a CLUE what service and obedience is like if you ain’t ever actually done it.
I think if your gaming is negatively affecting your REAL life, then you’ve got a problem. If you’re spending money that you shouldn’t, if your work is affected, if you’re staying up all night to game, if you’re neglecting or avoiding your family because they aren’t as *stimulating* as your make-believe world
Then you have a problem. And if you say you don’t, you’re in denial.
If you were my CHILD, and you were putting this much importance on a game; avoiding friends, skipping activities, homework was suffering, being late because you stayed up too late, as a parent, I would cut it off. Completely. Block the internet, take the comp or controller or system- whatever. Until your brain reset.
Now, sure, adults get to choose. If you, as an adult, want to live in your fake world of heroism while the real world spins behind you- go for it.
But you sure as fuck don’t get to choose ANYTHING free of consequences. You sure as fuck don’t get to drag bystanders down into the abyss with you.
Because I am also an adult and I also get to choose MY life.
I choose to live in the real world. I prefer real experiences.
I could go on Second Life. I could make a beautiful slave avatar who is the perfect representation of graceful obedience. And it’d be Fake As Fuck. I can’t even begin to see the appeal of that, honestly. No thanks.
But. My opinion is a little cynical probably since I’ve been on the other end of a gaming addiction.
I can almost guarantee you this though, if you’re a gamer and you have a spouse who isn’t a gamer- s/he feels the same way I do about it. And if you keep at it, you’re likely going to lose them in some way. Maybe all the way. Who knows?
So here’s the difference between giving an ultimatum and what I did. I did not say “If you don’t stop playing that game, I’m leaving.” (Ultimatum). I didn’t say “Delete the game- or else!” (Ultimatum)
I said “If this is the life you choose to live, then I’m going to have to make some decisions because this is not the life I want to live.” I’m not making any threats at all, because I honestly don’t KNOW what my decisions would be. Maybe nothing, maybe everything.
I acknowledged that it’s his life and his happiness at stake as well and that my intention is not to curtail or take that away from him. I also needed him to acknowledge that I’m a person with needs of my own, that I am as deserving of getting my needs met as he is.
If he’s changed, outgrown it, doesn’t want it anymore, that’s fine. People change. People grow and want different things at 20, 30, 40, 50. I get it. I’m certainly not the same person I was 10 years ago, either. If gaming is more fun than mastering, that’s a valid choice (I mean, not to me obvs, lol, but whatever.)
But then make that choice. Man up and say it. Don’t keep leading someone on and getting their hopes up, don’t keep making promises so you don’t have to deal with the consequences of your choice. Because that’s the coward’s way out, dude. Your s.o.? AT LEAST deserves that much. And YOU? Can AT LEAST accept the consequences.
You DO NOT get to have a happy, pleasant, eager to serve slave cooking your meals and bringing you ice cold beer and sucking your warm cock all day every day when you do nothing at all to put back into that. You just don’t. And if you think you do, you’re a douchebag.
If you think you do, you don’t understand how slaves work.
If you think you can get that? Good fucking luck. Let me know how long your relationship works. Because I’m genuinely curious.
A lot of people are going to say all of that *flaps hands at the above text* means I’m not a slave. Okay. So I’m not a slave.
Hold on… I’m trying to dig up some fucks to give.
I don’t care what label someone wants to put on me- or take from me. I care about my life, my relationship, my family, and our collective happiness and satisfaction.
Because when I die? How slavey I was, or was not, will not mean a fucking thing to ANYONE.
Every single day people die. Young, undeserving people in freak accidents, illnesses, car crashes. No warnings. No second chances. Just BOOM. Gone. The end.
So. Yeah. I don’t care if I’m not slave of the year. I don’t care if I’m violating the “code” by insisting I get something out of this, too, or I be allowed to find something just as satisfying as he has found in gaming to do with my life.
Slave of the year can suck my dick, honestly.
Master of the year can suck HIS dick, too. Because if/when he decides his relationship with me is *worth* letting go of a GAME, I’ve no doubt he’ll face some criticism, too. For caving. For caring. For “performing”. Because real masters don’t, you know. They don’t ever acknowledge their slaves or value them or care if they are happy and content.
Of course, those are usually single masters. Or they end up that way real fast. Or.. they’re pretend masters of their own universe who “own” miserable slaves, slaves who bitch and complain about their “masters” behind their backs. How do I know this? Heh. Because I talk to them.
So.. I don’t know. Maybe take stock of your relationship. Maybe some changes need to happen.
If you’re a gamer, it’s pretty likely.