Lunchtime Discussion: Addicted to Playstation

I have a confession to make. I’m addicted to Playstation. “Oh aren’t we all!” I hear you jest as you heartily agree with my blunt and over-dramatic opening sentences, but I wouldn’t be so quick to judge. I write to you in a time where two of my most anticipated games of all time (Uncharted 2 and Ratchet and Clank: AciT) have been release yet I feel completely and utterly crushed. These are fantastic and exciting moments for the Playstation world, but I sit here and wonder, why do I have to be a gamer?

It’s been exactly two months, one week, six days and four hours since I last felt the weighted handles of a Dualshock 3 slip into my hands. Seventy six days since I last enjoyed the sturdy flick of an analogue stick and one thousand eight hundred and twenty eight hours since I felt the satisfying press of a shoulder trigger. I’ve been clean for over two months, but it won’t be until Christmas eve before I’ll be pleasuring enjoying myself with my Playstation 3 again.

I woke up this morning and when reflecting upon my night, realised that the only dream I could remember was one in which I just sat down and played InFAMOUS and [Prototype] for hours on end, as content as can be. I also found myself to perk up suddenly when I heard the heater in the house I’m staying at turn on simply because it makes a similar beep to the black beauty sat on my table at home. I have a problem.


You might be thinking now that the fact that I’m cold turkey shows I’ve been aware of the problem for some time now, but unfortunately, it was only over the last couple of days that I really became aware of how much I miss it. My reasons for abandoning the Playstation were nothing sinister or dark. I didn’t go on a killing spree following a week long stint on GTAIV or surprise choke-slam my mother after an all-too-real game of Metal Gear Solid. I’m simply travelling. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a fantastic experience and I’m loving it (ba da ba ba bah!), but the absence of the playstation is starting to wear down on me.

I walk past EB Games (oooh, where could I be?) and see Drake hanging from the banners or Ratchet standing on the shelf and it kills me. Two years I’ve been waiting for them and now that they’re here, I am not. I’m no longer able to contain myself and I’ve actually posted a moany article on a professional site. So here’s the question for you: How long could you last? If you were just to drop it and leave the PS3 alone, in the peak season for new releases, how long do you think you could leave it and do you even think it would bother you? How addicted are you?