Why Are You Still a Gamer?

I'm a guy at a place and I like to comment on videos made by my betters. I've found that as time goes on my comments are becoming less neutral and more negative. And negativity is a dime a dozen on the 'net.

I used to love video games. Okay, that's too far. I used to really enjoy video games. They were that thing I wanted to spend my life doing. Now, not so much. In the past few years, and really in the last decade, I have found a greater disconnect with what I very nearly considered a potential passion. They have become something I just cannot understand. I can't maintain an interest in the conversation because everything I see feels derivative of something else I never liked.

There is a fourth Gears of War.

There is a second (?) Mirror's Edge.

There are three Dark Souls games. Plus Demon Souls. Plus Bloodborne.

To put it simply: I want to know why you still play video games. How do you maintain your interest, especially as you crest towards middle age? What can still excite you about a new shooter or brawler?

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