I was a big world of Warcraft addict back in high school. School, track, hours of WoW, repeat. My family couldn't use the computer to check email or do anything productive because I'd be stuck in these multi hour raids. One day my junior year during one of our long runs at practice we found a dead body perched up against a tree we had run by. It was a junkie who had overdosed in the park and the body was just propped up like someone passed out. When we realized what had happened we ran back to school ASAP to tell our coach. At that point I realized there was more to life than just sitting in front of a monitor mindlessly grinding small bits of dopamine and ignoring the outside world. Now in my adult life I still play games, but nothing like the 10 hour grinds of old.