Addicted to world of Warcraft during family holiday

One of the things my dad used to enjoy

doing when he was younger was skiing. He

used to really like skiing, and around 10

years ago when I was 18, he decided to

take us all on a skiing trip to France.

Before we actually went to France and

started skiing, my dad decided that it

would be a good idea to do a few weeks of

skiing lessons. So we went to this

artificial skiing place and we took some

lessons, and I was kind of surprised when

the ski instructor, he said to me, you

don't look very happy to be here. And it

was around that time that I realized that

I look really miserable when I'm not

smiling. I kind of look like this,

and I don't look happy at all. And I was

kind of surprised why he asked me this

question because I thought— I didn't, I

didn't realize that I looked so miserable

when I wasn't smiling. Anyway, we did some

skiing lessons, which I thought was really

unnecessary. The stuff they taught us was

really obvious things, stuff that you

would already know if you used your common

sense. And we did a few weeks of lessons

and then we headed off to France. We got

onto a plane and we went to some kind of

snowy mountain in France. I can't remember

what the place was called. And the reason

why this was such a terrible, nightmarish

holiday for me was because at that time

when I was 18, I was completely addicted

to World of Warcraft. It was the height of

my World of Warcraft addiction and I

didn't enjoy the holiday at all. The first

day was okay because everything was new.

It was kind of exciting to put on the

skiing gear and go up the mountain and

slide down down a few times. But after the

first day, I just completely lost interest

in skiing and I got really fed up and I

was starting to get withdrawal symptoms.

I really wanted to go home and play World

of Warcraft so badly. After the first day

of skiing, I, I became really depressed.

I didn't feel like doing anything. I

refused to put on the skiing gear. I

refused to go up the mountain with my

family to do skiing. I just sat at the

bottom of the mountain on the chairs doing

nothing. I was just staring into space,

fantasizing about going home and playing

World of Warcraft. And my dad wasn't happy

about this. He put a lot of time and

effort into planning this trip. He spent a

lot of money to get us over to France and

to do the skiing lessons. One day he got

really angry and he started shouting at me

in public when I was sitting down. He said

something like he was really fed up with

my attitude, and when we get home, he's

going to delete World of Warcraft and stop

me from playing on the computer. And I was

really angry. I didn't say anything back

to him. I just felt really angry with him.

It was like he didn't understand what I

was going through, how I was feeling. And

for the rest of the trip, I didn't really

speak to him. I kind of just tried to

avoid him and I ignored him. My mum also

was starting to get a bit tired of skiing.

She kept falling over and she wasn't very

good at it and she wasn't really enjoying

it. So she kind of stopped skiing as well,

and I just followed her around and we just

sat around eating food whilst my sister

and my dad went skiing. I didn't really

feel like skiing was fun. I went up the

mountain and then I slid down the

mountain. I never fell over, nothing

really embarrassing happened. I just, I

just didn't really feel like it was a fun

thing to do. It felt kind of pointless.

You just go up and then you go down, and

then you go up and then you go down. It's

like the same thing over and over again.

The only thing I enjoyed was walking

around in the snow and then going back to

the hotel to eat dinner. All day, every

day, the only thing I was thinking about

was World of Warcraft. What should I do

when I get back home? Should I keep my

current character? Should I create a new

character? Should I make a mage, a rogue,

a warrior? What kind of talent tree should

I choose? What should I call him? Those

are the only things I was thinking about

the entire trip. When the last day of the

trip came, I felt so happy. I was looking

forward to going home so much. My mood

completely changed and I felt like going

skiing. I skied all day because I didn't

feel like moping around or sitting around

doing nothing, and I really enjoyed it.

It was a lot of fun, and I felt so stupid

for Wasting the whole holiday moping

around, being depressed over a video game

and making my dad upset. When I think back

on it, I really regret how I behaved. My

dad just wanted to share something that he

really enjoyed with us. He must have spent

a lot of time organizing the trip,

organizing the hotels and the flights,

and he must have spent a lot of money on

the whole thing. And I just kind of

chucked it back in his face like, like an

ungrateful little shit.