Competition.
It takes significantly more effort to engage the imagination of a thirty-something than it does of a twelve-year-old, that’s for sure.
That’s probably why I don’t play video games as much as I used to. Combine that with meatspace responsibilities such as work, the time constraints of other hobbies and pastimes and, of course, spending quality time with your significant other, and gaming can get seriously sidelined. I couldn’t get away with doing what I used to do - staying up all night playing Millennium 2.2, then turning up for school the next day a bit bleary-eyed, coasting through the day, then returning to where I left off when I got home. Yet, when I did play that game, I was in that world. Very few games these days make me feel that, and I think that’s more about me than about the games. I think my capacity for imagination has waned over the years, and that’s sad.
I need an imagination kickstart.
I used to be full of good ideas, original thoughts and drive to achieve them. I want that back - I liked having that. Maybe if that does happen, I might actually be interested in games again.
