Then I think of people suffering in the world and how some people go out of their way to volunteer, give to charity or help others, and then I feel bad about myself. It's not that I don't care about other people, but. . .well, maybe I'm living in a bubble. Maybe I'm in a fortunate position where I don't have to think about that stuff all the time. I mean, I still do (obviously), but I can't let my life be consumed by things I can't control. Honestly, I'm doing my part by not contributing to the misery of mass population. People need to stop being selfish and having damn kids in this world. There's not enough room for all of them, not enough money to support them, and not enough love to go around. Believe me, I know. In fact, when I think about it, I'm actually one of those aforementioned people suffering in the world. I may not live in a third-world country or suffer from extreme poor conditions, but I still feel the pain of poverty and the longing for something I can't have. I don't live an extraordinate life. I don't go out or spend money excessively. I stay indoors and try to reduce my carbon footprint. That's where the games come in: I can sit and spend an hour or several days in a virtual universe where I can't hurt anyone and nobody can hurt me. How profound.