I do that, too. I think it's called growing up.
When I was a kid, games were christmas and birthday things. I'd get two a year. If I saved my pocket money and did odd jobs for family and neighbours, maybe I could double that number. But anyway, the point is, I got very few games.
And that translated to dozens or hundreds of hours of lifespan per game. I would play the hell out of every game - I had no other choice.
Then, disaster! I grew up (physically, anyway, I'm still emotionally a 12 year old) and I got a job and I had plenty of disposable income. Whenever I wanted a game, it was mine a few clicks later. That game looks neat, click click click, it's mine. It arrives a few days later - hey, it's not so great? No biggie, throw it on the pile and look for something better.
I have bought probably a dozen games in the last year that I've played very little of, or not played at all. I recently bought Dreamfall, Arcanum and knights of the Old Republic, and they've all gone straight onto the maybe later pile. I ordered myself a copy of CoD1 today. I don't know if I'll ever play it.
I've played too many games too often for most of them to hold much appeal any more, and because I still have giant bags of cash sitting around, I'm buying any game that looks even remotely appealing, and throwing it on the pile when it turns out to be less than stellar.
I kind of wish I was 14 again, at times. Gaming still held some wonder, and every game was a priceless treasure. Today, it's either not worth my time at all, or it's competing for my affection with other games that I might not even be actively playing.
It's depressing. Maybe what we both need is to take a break from gaming for a few years.
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