I deliberately have not played a video game since law school. My legal studies were done the way Bill and Hillary Clinton did it at Yale: skip classes all semester doing political campaigns, return the week before exams to cram, get As, repeat. In my case, of course, you can replace the “political campaign” part with “alternate reading books all day with playing video games all day.” If I picked a video game up nowadays I’d likely fall into the old pattern, and we can’t have that.
So I’m not a gamer. But I wholeheartedly agree with this outlook (link NSFW):
As a gamer, i don’t mind getting older in the least. In most games, you start out a weak wretch who has to savagely club small rodents until you earn enough experience to level. As you hit higher levels, you get to club more interesting creatures. It is the cycle of life I think. I stopped looking at again as getting closer to death and looked at it as leveling. Every year brings a new level and hopefully better loot.
The big question is, when you hit level 40 did you get a horse?
Heh. In a way, I did: last year my long-dormant 1987 Nissan Pathfinder got the wife’s permission to be resurrected. Nothin’ nips a potential mid-life crisis in the bud like remounting your college steed, veteran of many a long hard ride and numberless steamed windows.
Well OK then.