You Are Addicted to Video Game
Your wife tells you that you are, and you two kids (Mario, and Sonic) agree with her.
Whenever something bad happens you reach for the pause button.
You can microwave and eat a pizza pop using only your feet.
You have worn out the buttons in the elevator of your apartment.
The only joystick you play with anymore is plugged in to your Xbox.
You have decided you will not go outside anymore due to the "tacky graphics, poor sound and low playability".
You have moved your PS2 into the bathroom – just in case you make it to the next level on Vice City.
Your hands are so gnarled from gripping the controller, you can not even tie your shoes.
You ask your doctor how many lives you have left.