Until I was about twenty I was a professional at throwing the bitchiest of bitchfits when playing games. Shouting, complaining, saying the game is "gay" or "fucking stupid," just the worst kind of person imaginable. Wasted too much money on controllers that I'd spike into my wood floor until they shattered. Snapped a couple disks. When the day before my thirteenth birthday I punched out a window and lacerated the top of my hand because of something game related, though I can't recall to memory what provoked it. Needed twenty stitches, have a permanent scar as a reminder.
It was an issue.
I noticed a couple things: when I'm playing a game too much over the course of a couple days I tend to find things, mostly unconsciously, to get irritated with. It's like spending too much time around a girlfriend or a roommate. The little things got to me when, really, they shouldn't have.
Beyond that, I began to understand that when I was tired or lacking sleep I snapped easier. It sounds obvious, that sort of thing, but I was the sort of person who thought on some level that I was impervious to that. Invincible. That manner of hubris. Sleep didn't affect me, is what I thought. Truth was, it totally did.
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Acknowledging the issue is a big step. It's ten times easier to be all like, "Naw, fuck you. I ain't got shit for problems," but ignoring the physiological changes you go through and ignoring your process of finding scapegoats doesn't help you in the long run.
Here's the thing. This is something I felt about myself and something that's probably true for ninety-nine percent of people. I'm not a professional gamer. I'm not getting paid to be good at games, there's no appreciable value in slogging through something that isn't fun for me. And that's the point of playing video games, isn't it? To have fun? Being frustrated and managing that frustration to get better at a game is absolutely a rewarding process, but as a mature human being there's a line you need to be able to spot and react to accordingly. Especially if you're anything like I was and allow your anger to manifest in physical ways that can lead to actual injury.
Halo is a game. Call of Duty is a game. Mortal Kombat is a game. Being shitty at said games isn't some infringing statement about you as a person. And if that's the case, then losing a round here or a couple rounds in a row certainly don't mean anything either. It doesn't matter if it was just lag, or a dude was cheating, or the guys were camping the whats-a-whozit. You have the freedom to walk away. And that's my strategy. Yeah, maybe the Gambler's Fallacy might get reinforced, and maybe I'll win the next match and things will round out on their own, but if it doesn't? If it doesn't and I'm just not enjoying myself? What does it matter if I win anyway? Is a victory in a computer game where I'm running around as a robot guy trying to shoot other robot guys with a laser gun really that important?
So now I just take a really deep breath when I feel myself resenting the game, check my phone, look at something stupid on Reddit, try to find a way to laugh. Get up and stretch out. Fresh air, as condescending as this stereotypical advice sounds, usually helps.
TL;DR -- Games aren't that important. Respect yourself enough to take a break.
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