You might think it's a video game, but video games do not make me angry. It is what people playing video games do.
I do not have many vices in my life. I enjoy video games, but not on a whole. I don't eat drugs, I don't drink, and I don't watch R-rated movies.
However, when I was young, like all kids, I liked to play video games. At that point in my life, that is all I knew.
I used to be the biggest Zelda fan in the world. I thought that Zelda and Mario's games were the perfect combinations.
It was about 7:00 PM and I was laying on my bed playing Zelda and having a great time.
Then my parents went to bed. My mother was asleep in bed while my father sat on a recliner chair next to me watching me play.
Suddenly, my father asked me if I wanted to watch a video game. Of course, I wanted to, I wanted to keep playing!
I have vivid memories of the video game Grand Theft Auto: Vice City
It was just the same as every other video game.
You have to drive cars around doing heists and who knows what other things. You drive them around the streets shooting at people, trucks, buildings, whatever is in your way.
I was about 10 years old. While I am sure my father was trying to help, my hate for video games started.
Why was I forced to sit down and watch grown men get paid to drive cars around while I just sat on my bed and played video games?!
It was the first time I had ever had a fight with my parents and thought they were unfair and unjust.
Over the years, I developed a hatred for video games. It became not so much of an interest and more of an obsession.
I used to look up video games on YouTube and buy them for whatever reason I had.
I would buy them and play them for a few hours and then play some more before I would go back to my Nintendo or Xbox or PlayStation 3.
At some point in my adult life, I went from not caring or even being able to play games to totally hating video games and demanding my time is not wasted on them.
I don't like most video games, but one, in particular, drives me crazy.
Let me start with a little background
In the past few years, Minecraft has become very popular. Minecraft is a video game where the game is made from blocks.
The blocks in the game have texture on them and can be colored or painted. The goal of the game is to mine ore from the ground and build a home out of the blocks you find.
You also can build roads and other things to help you get where you want to go. There are lots of players in the world who play the game, all alone, and build cool things.
That's all fine, but Minecraft is horrible for parents. Kids can play this game for hours. They can build massive houses, build farms, and create all sorts of things.
However, some kids will go through a stage where they go from playing Minecraft to playing other video games. I think this is very normal.
The problem arises when those kids take something they know they enjoy to extremes
A few days ago, I was working on my computer and I heard my son playing Minecraft. This was the first time I had heard him play the game.
I started to hear the sounds of the engine and as I looked over to my son's desk I saw that he was driving his motorcycle around.
He had put on the helmet and was trying to jump on his motorcycle. I asked him if he wanted to go to the gas station and get some gas.
He told me he was not going to get on his motorcycle because he did not have gas.
I told him that he could do all of those things in the game, but he was not going to be able to do them in real life.
I told him to just quit playing and get on with his day. My son told me that he knew how to make up for it by "earning more blocks" with his tractor.
It was around 1 PM, so I figured it would be okay if he just skipped playing for a little bit. He could wait until he was hungry for dinner and then get back to playing.
Well, by the time it was 6 PM and dinner time, my son was still sitting at his desk playing Minecraft. I asked him if he was done and he said he still had work to do.
I sat down and tried to work on some stuff on my laptop, but that seemed to make my son mad. He became angry at me for working on my laptop instead of playing the game.
I told him that it would be okay if he got on his motorcycle and rode to town for some food, but he said he would not be able to do that because there was "no gas."
I went into the kitchen to get some dinner and get my lunch ready. I thought about going up to my room to do some homework, but I could not decide what to do.
The more I was thinking about it, the more I hated Minecraft. I hated that my son was wasting his day playing the game instead of doing things he enjoys.