My brother is an admitted addict to video games. He's detoxing right now because he is living with us and we don't own a TV. We laugh together as he recalls his favorite game moments, and how, when he was out of a job, he played video games day and night: "I didn't leave my chair unless I needed food, to check the mail or poop!"
But it's also painful to see his process, and see the struggle to find something, anything that can fill that void. I'm finding we have more in common than I remembered.