Today I made a decision that I’ve been putting off for a while now. I said goodbye to some old friends. I have, since the game came out, been playing Sim2. I know that it may seem silly that I refer to characters in a game as friends. But for almost six years I’ve watched characters grow and get jobs and have families. For some of the families in the game I am on a 4th generation.
I’ve lost a few to accidents, like lightning strikes. I’ve had one couple that could not get pregnant no matter what I did. Other characters wouldn’t be happy no matter what accommodations I made for them. Some were so easy that it was a joy to play with them.
The problem, for me, is that playing the game could easily eat up hours of my day. For me there was no such thing as a couple of hours of play. And in a life where I am trying to find a balance between my self, my family and my work, a component that trumps all those efforts and throws everything out of balance is not pleasant company.
And so today I uninstalled the game. Not because I didn’t enjoy playing the game. And not because I don’t still feel an affinity for the characters. But because I don’t imagine that at the end of my life I will think, “man, I should have played more video games.”