I'm not much of a gamer. I play the occasional game of solitaire. Once in a while I play a game of Ages of Empires. But almost always when I have time to play a game it's because I'm waiting. Waiting for the noodles to cook. Waiting for the house hunk to get home from work. Waiting for a phone call back. And because I'm waiting, the chances are I won't finish the game because hey! It's a game--not life.
Now the house hunk is a completely different story. He goes to work. He takes care of his responsibilities. But when he's in gaming mode...life stops all around him. The telephone rings unanswered. Knocks at the door are ignored. Appointments are scheduled around the gaming schedule. I suspect that I would have to make my own 9-1-1 call if I had a heart attack because likely he wouldn't notice.
So I admit I don't quite get it. Sometimes I'll be playing a game, realize that I'm bored with it and shut it off. Once the house hunk saw me do that and I have to tell you--it took him days to get past that. "But how will you know whether you would win or not?" he would demand out of the blue.
"I don't care."
So for him to stop in the middle of a game is just impossible. He only actually plays his game a couple times a week, but the other nights he'll spend time planning for when he's going to play. It's a ritual that reminds me of soldiers preparing for a mission. Maybe it's a guy thing. Maybe they need a mission to plan and if they're not in the military, then this is a substitute. I don't know.
All I know is that I dread hearing, "I'm in the middle of the Game!!!"