Why Everyone is Quitting Their Job to Play Videogames

Your Day Job is Killing You Slowly

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Hi, I’m Michael. I’m a recovering video game addict. At my worst, I was playing Call of Duty upwards of 16 hours a day.

I didn’t feel alive doing anything else. School, church, and social gatherings all blurred together. It was one gray blob of nothing.

I knew it was just pixels on the screen. But it felt more real than anything around me. Gaming mattered. Real life didn’t.

This dynamic played out for nearly a decade. I cut class until my mom was nearly arrested for my truancy. I lost any semblance of a social life. Alienating anyone from my life that didn’t play video games.

One summer, I had crippling carpal tunnel syndrome. Felt like my thumb & pointer fingers were on fire. I had to use my non-dominant hand to open doors.

I read the internet for a cure. But it said to take a break. That was never going to happen. Even for an hour or two.

I lucked out because my body adjusted to it eventually. Because the truth is, I would’ve continued gaming until my hand fell off. That’s not even a joke.

As high school came to an end, my grades were as close to failing as they could be. I never thought about my future. I was on a…