I am a gamer

I am a gamer. I am one who games. My enjoyment in life comes not from playing sports, watching them on TV, creating attractive works of art, or helping people in need, but from interacting with and slaying thousands of virtualized personalities of other people like me, sitting at home, in multiplayer video games.

My stories aren’t the mysteries of life and love, the histories of nations, or of who dumped who and the daily gossip, but stories of fiction, tales of wizards, dragons, intergalactic warfare, and adventuring through exotic jungles or ancient ruins.

I choose to spend my nights and weekends at friends’ houses and in online multiplayer lobbies instead of partying and getting wasted, just to not remember the experience and wind up with a huge hangover. My money is spent on video games and costs for hanging out with friends and having memorable fun, instead of sports tickets or Pay-Per-Views and clothes that I already have plenty of.

As a person, I am no less socially acceptable than any of you. Sure, I hang out with different people, laugh at different jokes and references, talk in a slightly different tongue, but hey, so do you. My voice is quite nice, I have no physical deformities, my acne isn’t that bad, and my personal sanitation is probably better than yours.

I am no different than most of you other than that I like to challenge my mind and make some use of my imagination. Your insults and incorrect stereotypes mean nothing, and they do not apply nor affect me.

I am a gamer. Problem?