Choices, choices - video games v. art

The last year has meant commitment to writing. Increased writing related to intermittent crankiness and rawness. In this last year, my video game playing has dropped to essentially nil. I love video games. They are mind-numbing (usually) and verrry pleasing to the reptile brain. It's strange how I've not been inclined to play them unless asked by the kids. Have never installed a game on a smartphone, nor on Facebook. Have flushed hundreds, thousands of hours of my life in World of Warcraft. Recently? Nope. Doesn't feel like it's a testament to an improved character, simply not something my neurochemical system wants to do. Not feeling susceptible to granular rewards dosed at regular intervals. More cruelly charmless expensive dark chocolate, though, NOW! We wantssss it...