Hello i have ben addicted to wow for 3-4 years at some points it have ben really bad raiding every single day and so on i was a hardcore gamer in the best guild on alakir and so on….. you might find this funny but i quit wow by duing 3 things. i tought of my self 2 years back and asked my self what have i acomplished … and i realised it was all a bunch of pixels… funny i dident see this before..
Anyway i started with going out with my friends in the weekends and so on and now i sold my char 4 months ago and its all good (:
Anyway on the downside i smoke weed every second day now…. dident do that when i played wow (: but oh well aslong as its only weed (:
If you want to quit think back and think ... how much have i acomplished the last 2-3 years or how long you have ben playing wow... Noting just a bunch of pixels .. and wow is a game where the chase for the Relentless glad sword or W/E is much more fun then when you get the item .... also think do you have any memories of having fun in the game ? either you have 2-3 or you have abselutly noone....
Anyway get your self some friends or if you have some try spending time with them and most importent sell your account and trow out your CDs....
My boyfriend suggested I play WoW since he did, and at first it was a lot of fun and we played together every night. But now I play more than my boyfriend... I recently moved to NY for college last year and it was really hard living on my own for the first time in a new place. I tried to make new friends by joining clubs but it didn't work out... I just retreated back to my room to play WoW. I can't stop myself from playing even when I want to... I almost failed last semester! Even though, something keeps making me come back to play more wow... I don't know whats wrong with me but I wish I could take back my life. I've been obsessed with getting the best gear the highest level, the rarest mounts and pets... but when i do finally get that stuff after however many more years its going to take... i may have nothing outside of WoW left :(
In the beginning, it was an experiment driven by peer pressure. It was out of simple curiosity; the desire to try something new and exciting. For a long time, that's all it was-- just messing around, feeling good, allowing myself to let go for short periods of time. But then, it took a little more to feel that good. Then, a little more just to feel alright. Eventually, it was never enough, and my life was consumed by the question: "How can I get more?" I'm not talking about drugs, alcohol, or gambling. I'm talking about World of Warcraft, the game that took over my life.
My brother introduced WoW to me after I had played, and not enjoyed, several other MMORPGs. For the first two years, I was a casual player-- I didn't even play every day. I raided twice a week, and my guild was never competitive for any sort of top spot on the realm. I made some good friends, and was proud to say that I finally had a real hobby, something I was really good at. I started life as a hunter, then a druid, then a priest and a warlock. I found myself craving more, though.
I started feeling disappointment when it took a long time to kill a new boss. Struggling through MC in vanilla, then on "Loot Reaver" back in Burning Crusade was embarrassing when my friends were advancing through BT at an alarming rate. I knew I was a gifted healer; my raid leader used to tell me as much, although I suppose it helped that I have a "ridiculously cute" voice. I came to crave that positive attention. I've always had an inferiority complex, so being praised by people I didn't even know was exhilarating. But I didn't just want to be good-- I wanted to be the BEST. I wanted people to know my priest's name and look up to me as I used to do to the top healers on our server.
So, I started the guild search. I was under-geared from my lack of raid progression, so I found a guild that was just starting out, working its way through Hyjal and the first part of BT. I was accepted, and so began my spiral into addiction.
The guild fell apart after two key members quit the game, and another transferred to a more hardcore server. I was absolutely lost. I didn't want to lose my friends and go find another guild on a different server. I had been through that once already, and the fact that I'm painfully shy makes it really stressful for me to try to make new friends. I resolved to give myself a much-needed break from the game, and start the guild search once my emotions were more in control.
That break was the enlightening moment for me. I really looked at my life, as cliche as that may sound, and realized that I really had NOTHING. I went from being a straight A/B student to barely being able to graduate high school. I went from eating dinner with my family every night to seeing them maybe twice a week. The only contact I had with my friends was during school. I had developed severe anxiety and depression, which led to physical problems. All of this had happened while I was busy watching green health bars and spamming Penance or PW:S every time Yogg-Saron decided to beat up on my guildies. My life had fallen to shambles around me, and I was too busy absorbed in being "Twilight Vanquisher Anamink," the girl everyone in-game loved, to even notice it.
I never went back after that hiatus. I'm not brave enough to delete my characters (not yet, anyway), but my subscription runs out early next month. Since the time my guild broke up I have visited family in San Francisco, I've taken up sewing, and I attended the local anime convention with some of my RL friends, where I had a BLAST. I'm working on getting a job, and have plans to start at a community college soon. I play other video games, but no MMOs, and I'm careful to limit my screen time. The damage has been done, but I'm slowly rebuilding my life, because it's the only one I'm gonna get.
WoW is a drug. It's a way to ignore the harsh realities of the real world, and to find a place where you can make a name for yourself amongst un-biased people you'll never actually meet. It starts as peer pressure, or a simple curiosity, but if you're not careful you'll find yourself doing anything for your next "fix." I still think about it, I still dream about it, and I have to watch my brother and my father continue down this horrible path of addiction. But I won't let it have me. Not anymore.
If I could give one piece of advice to people who are struggling with WoW addiction, it would be this: Take one day off, and really look at the real world around you. Look at your family (if they still talk to you), look at your friends (if you still have any), and look at your school/job performance (if you still go to school or have a job). Things may actually be a lot worse than you've fooled yourself into thinking.
I have been playing World of Warcraft for about 2 years now and can watch my game time. I have a steady job and am attending school. But i have a friend who has been playing far longer than i have and i can honestly say that he cannot control himself what so ever. He has pretty much lost his girlfriend by never talking or hanging out with her because of World of Warcraft. He treats her like a bag of poop. His family, well they never see him leave his cave, when he does its the bathroom, food, sleep. He gets in arguments about finding jobs and what not alll the time. And for myself i recognized an addict as soon as i saw one. He has not contacted me in 3 months that explains it. I am in the same guild as him might i add. I hate to see a dear friend lose so many people to one plague. its called the World of Warcraft plague. Leaving for boot camp will be an easier task. pity
I began playing World of Warcraft in late December, early January of my Sophomore year of High School. Some people I knew that I had classes with had shared the wonders of the game with me, and promptly invited me to join them in playing. Having nothing else to do, I accepted.
2 years later, when I graduated my Senior year, the only friends I had were people that I had played World of Warcraft with. All my (ex) Real Life friends had abandoned me as they only saw my addicted face for 45-90 minutes a day. When school ended, I would disappear into my room and log on to vent, furiously yelling at morons who couldn't kill Mu'ru.
When Wrath of the Lich King came out, I might as well have put myself into a time lock. I was already attending college, and the extra freedom was like a drug to me. I stopped attending classes when Wrath came out, and recieved the Realm First! Level 80, Realm First! Level 80 Blood Elf, and Realm First! Level 80 Hunter, such was the extent of my addiction. Needless to say, I was in a guild of people who were addicted just like me, and soon we started the downward spiral which only a new World of Warcraft expansion can cause.
We were the first Guild to clear Naxxramas on our Server, both 10 and 25, and the first guild to have our core raid group decked out in the best gear available. After Naxxramas was cleared, I started attending classes again.. This was only three days after the exapansion came out. I thought that the World of Warcraft trouble would be over then, but no. Blizzard came out and released Ulduar. This is where I stopped attending classes all together. I would stay in my Dorm Room all day, playing World of Warcraft. My guild was determined to get that Realm First Yogg Saron kill, and so was I.
Three weeks later, when we finally achieved our goal, I realized that my addiction had stopped me from attending classes so much, that I would not have the knowledge necessary to pass any exams that came my way. Not to mention, I had probably missed a handful of exams.
It is then that I decided the time had come. Now that World of Warcraft had cost my parents an additional $20,000, as I had to repeat my Freshman year of College, It was time to end this ridicolous obsession.
I logged on, walked into Orgrimmar, and cursed off everyone. 2 days later, I recieved a warning, and a temp. ban. Finally, when it was lifted, I did it again, this time recieving a permaban for my actions.
I'm happy that I stopped. I'm happy that I was able to rid myself of this addiction. I recommend that everyone who plays it does as well. Its not a game, its a disease much like cancer, if your bodies' cells were your free time. It just eats at it and eats at it, and eventually, its gone. Eventually, your life is consumed by this atrocity which Blizzard Entertainment has set into the world.
It's starting to get light outside. The first streaks of sunlight coming in through the blinds and the clock reads 5:30. I am startled when I hear her voice behind me, "You didn't come to bed again?"
I close my laptop and go crawl into bed. "Honey," I say, "Please call me at seven, OK?" With reservation in her voice, she agrees, once again. God, I love this woman, I think I am addicted to her. Even more than to my girlfriend, an '05 RoadStar Silverado motorcycle. Even more than to my whore, the MMORPG, World of Warcraft. I should be, I married her!
Seven o'clock rolls around and the house phone rings. It's my wife calling to wake me up from my hour and a half nap. I get up, roust the children. I send the teen off to high school, and get the boy ready for 3rd grade. I walk the boy to school with the dogs, two Bichon Frise's, then walk back home. The man that just walked past me, looks like a Gnome.
As I get close to the door, I can feel it... my heart rate increases. I walk inside and unleash the dogs. I head straight for the laptop, open it and log on to World of Warcraft. The dogs are thirsty and want some water, but their water dish is empty. They can wait a minute, I just have to check my mail to see what auctions have sold.
Now need I exchange pleasantries with the people who are members of the guild I run. One of them needs help in dungeon. I'm on it!
2 hours later we finish up the quests they needed to complete, and I can put my Level 60 Paladin to rest for a few hours. I'm going to be late to work if I don't hustle. I shower, shave, pack up the laptop, gear up, head to the motorcycle for my short commute to the office.
I have a couple of meetings, work on the computer, and talk to my wife frequently throughout the day. When I arrive at home at 7:30 in the evening, I get my normal warm greeting...
The puppies run to me; My son hugs me and starts his tale of school day activities followed by his progress at leveling his 26 Paladin (just like Daddy!); My wife greets me warmly with a kiss and a hug, followed by pleading eyes asking me for some help completing a couple of quests. I have a couple bites of dinner, then head back to the living room to play again.
I admit it. I am a World of War-crack addict. My wife just recently started playing after a year of putting up with my intolerable absence from our evenings together. She has recognized that being the primary bread-winner in the family, and having no other vices, this is how I relax and stay entertained. She graciously allows me this. Why does she permit this behavior? I'll tell you what I think...
I don't drink, smoke, or use drugs. I go to church almost every Sunday and tithe weekly. We have family business meetings once each month to make sure we are on the same page of the book, so to speak. I help he keep the house, and I make sure the laundry is washed and dried. When she wants to talk to me, I stop playing and TRY to focus on her, making sure I respond appropriately to her questions and statements. When we need groceries or anything that requires a shopping trip of some kind, I stop playing and go with her.
I take her out to eat a couple of times each month so we can have some time where it is just the two of us. We talk several times each day and are each others best friend. I put her in bed each night (before I go back to playing the game), and make sure the left-overs from dinner are put away. We have sex at least 2 times each week, watch movies together, and enjoy cool stuff, like cars and technology, together.
In April of this year. 2007, I am taking a three-day motorcycle trip with one of my best male friends to Yuma, Arizona. I will not have my laptop, or internet access, or World of Warcraft... How will I survive?
I don't care who you are in this world - if you want to have a good relationship with your spouse or significant other, you have to be willing to compromise Compromise, COMPROMISE! Remember that while you can't read your spouse's mind, your spouse cannot read yours either. You must make sure you communicate and do so regularly.
Be nice, have fun, and enjoy each other's company!