One of the hardest parts of growing up is being forced to find the time for all the things you want to (or should) do. You feel pulled in a million different directions, and each option feels just as important as the one before it and the one after. Indecision becomes the bane of your existence, until you finally slump in your chair with a mighty sigh and resign yourself to your selected fate. Unfortunately for me, video games got the short end of the stick.
I’m not of the mind to say that video games are solely for children. I think if you’re going to spend 12 hours binge-watching the latest Netflix drama, you can’t point your finger and tell adult gamers that they’re wasting their time on games instead of being “responsible.” But there’s still a stigma, at least for me, where I feel like I should be doing something else, something better with my time. So I stopped playing video games.