4 - Goodbye, Gaming!

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Steam's Big Picture splash screen brings back so many memories.
Ah, Steam. Truth be told, Steam is was the place/website/service that I would most often use on my laptop. Every single time my laptop booted up, Steam would also boot up. On a few occasions, I plugged my laptop to my TV using an HDMI cable, started big picture, and played on the TV because my laptop only has a maximum resolution of 1366x768. I have to say, it was paradise (for me, that is).

Then, I got addicted to buying games and expanding my Steam library. I focused on getting games more than playing them. Heck, I even remember not eating in school and saving up my money for a sale for a game that I have on my wishlist—which made my best friends and classmates furious when they found out. I kept collecting more games by the week, and—to be frank—there was not a week that went by where I would not get a new Steam game in my library.

It was madness. I got so addicted to collecting games, I even went to drastic measures to get the new game that everybody has been talking about. I saved a lot of my money to buy Steam games which I never even played. I am serious. Up until now, I still have some games that I purchased—using the money I had saved up—but not played.

In the end, I managed to collect about 100 games, and then I stopped there. In reality, I only played 30 or so of the 100 games and I only regularly played only ONE GAME, Counter-Strike: Global Offensive.

Eventually, something bad happened to my Steam profile. (For the record, I was not hacked, scammed, or something.) I am not going to provide further details as to what happened or why it happened, but let us just say that it was a good and bad experience. Bad because all of the games I have were now gone and—surprisingly—good because I am not addicted to Steam anymore. I am not saving up my money to buy games that I will not play (or that my laptop is unable to play, like Grand Theft Auto 5, BioShock Infinite, etc.).

Things happen for a reason, I suppose, and that happened to be because faith (destiny, or another omnipresent being) wanted me to stop. To show me that I have been doing something wrong and I needed to stop doing it. I do not really know why, but (I guess) I am happy that I cannot use my Steam account anymore.

Maybe in the far future, I can finally return to Steam. Although I am pretty sure that I won't be able to go back to my account anymore, that is for sure. Maybe under a different pseudonym, under a different identity, one who won't make contact with other Steam members. Just maybe.

For now, I am just going to say that focusing more on my priorities—assignments, projects, other APC-related activities—is definitely MUCH BETTER than gaming. If I am going to make my dreams a reality, and to excel in college, I am going to need focus.

I cannot do well and show my best in Asia Pacific College if my eyes are staring at a computer screen, my left fingers stuck on the W, A, S, D keys with my left thumb on the space bar, and my right hand on the mouse.

That will be all for now. Goodbye and have a nice day.


P.S.
I originally planned to upload screenshots from my Steam account, but I got paranoid about people finding out my Steam profile, so I decided not to.

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