There is that dreadful moment..when you look at the hundreds of games you have bought on Steam, and realize that you will never get to play or enjoy them all to the fullest extent.

And then you get that sinking feeling in your chest, knowing that even if you did have the time to play and finish them all, you would be lonelier and sadder than you’ve ever been before. You would be 50-60 years old by the time you reached the end of your backlog, and all you would have to reflect on was virtual fantasies that, despite how much you enjoyed them—were fleeting and inconsequential in comparison to having a solid friend group, or an intimate relationship with a woman.