I can tell you this, an activity that is in no way inferior to repair work. Passions flare up like action-packed films. And the ending is cooler than soap operas with mutual “I’m sorry”, “I was/was wrong” and possibly reconciliatory sex (optional, but desirable to consolidate the result, not just quarreling). But this is the ending. But in fact, it all starts with a completely innocent thing: “I found a cool game here, beautiful graphics, complete immersion, let’s play together.” And you are all in anticipation of how you will ride a horse across endless expanses, shoot bandits with a shotgun, protect women and children (preferably from yourself) like a cowboy in a skirt, you agree. You start to get into the plot. And then...Then the horror begins. And not immediately, it grows gradually. At first you don’t understand how to move, climb on a horse - it’s like you’ve given half your life, turn the camera and desperately confuse left with right, which previously only appeared when you were a navigator. And then, it was not true (⁠･⁠–⁠･⁠)⁠. Then the beloved, sitting next to you and constantly prompting (how could it be otherwise, he’s worried, he’s rooting for you and you’re playing together, that was the plan), too begins to confuse left and right and buttons, which, damn, you yourself are not able to remember. And then you are constantly killed, or you crash into something epically, fall off a cliff, or not so epically. An hour later, sometimes earlier, you already hate everything, but first of course your husband. Well, he suggested it, and he’s also the one who interferes, and the fact that you can’t do it is also his fault. Or a game. Yes, it’s 💯% not thought out. Maybe this is even a male universal conspiracy against women (if you want to spice everything up with gender). And then this spiral can be twisted endlessly, analyzing the crooked mechanics of the game and its creators, and your man. Until your man (that’s why he is your man), having steadfastly listened to all your cries and indignations, says “of course, the game is very difficult, and I’m wrong I told you, otherwise you would have succeeded. You need to practice more and everything will work out,” and he will also kiss and hug you. And then the finale begins for a couple of hours. And you understand that everything was worth it. I will be glad to hear from you. Psychologist, art therapist, Gestalt consultant Maria Rumyantseva. Personal therapy, family counseling. Online and offline (Kazan). Tel. 8919-686-31-42 (Whatsapp, telegram)