The worst part is when you realize than the stigma is /more or less justified/.
Video Games, out of all the entertainment forms, is the one that brings you almost no benefits. Music? It's almost always an expression of feelings and stuff so you get to realize how other people feel and what they relate to. TV? It's almost trash ter entertainment, but in the end you're, somehow, knowing things about the outside world. Movies? They're short, and most of them have some kind of narrative value.
Videogames? They are super expensive, they take hours of almost complete isolation, they're narratively vapid, they require physical inactivity, they're centered about violence and mindless repeating of tasks, they seldom have something to say AND they teach you nothing while robbing you of valuable time to do, well, something, anything else.
"BUT MY ONLINE FRIENDS!" you say, dude, literally homeless people make friends too, it's not hard to make friends when you're with other people.
I love videogames, but it's the same way I love Doritos and weed. I know they're bad. I know. I just don't care. At least sometimes. Sometimes I look at my videogame collection and think of the nose job I could have had with the money I spent on it, or the loves and friends I could have made, or the new things I could have learned and I cry a little bit.
But you'll take my console from my dead cold hands, too.
