We expect to rue the day at the following link.
This isn’t the sort of guilt you’d feel over any of your typical worldly transgressions, no. Â What we have (and have had for some time) is the perennial guilt that only a gamer, or maybe a bookworm, could feel. Â It isn’t a revelation, and we’re far from alone, but that doesn’t make us regret our unplayed games any less. Â It’s likely that the pain is especially sharp now because summer was the traditional season for eating through a backlog, and our minds still expect to weather the dry months of our youth. Â We’ve been cursed with precisely what we asked for, and we were unprepared to accept the blessing.