Admitting you have a problem

It’s my turn. I stand up from my rickety wooden chair and look round the circle.
“I’m Harry and I’m a WoW addict.”
“Hi Harry,” the group replies without much enthousiasm.
I swallow nervously. I have to come clean.
“I… I play again…”
A ripple of disgust travels through the group. Someone gasps.
“Oh no, Harry,” the therapist says, “Not in the middle of review season?”
I nod in defeat.
“Yes… And I got it bad this time. I thought, just logging in wouldn’t hurt. Just roll a priest to mess around. To take the edge off.”
The boy sitting next to me moves nervously on his seat.
“I just started playing… And before I knew it I was level 20…”
“Which is when priests start to get fun,” the boy mutters under his breath. I see the longing in his eyes.
“Yes! And I started earning gold! Tons of it! Just by selling herbs on the auction house… And I kept getting invited to instance runs… I already won several blue items… and… and…” I start to cry.
“And now, you can’t enjoy other games anymore?” a girl says. She has a nervous twitch and her hands seem to look for a mouse and keyboard, her fingers bent to hit the W, A, S and D.
“I even didn’t play Uncharted 2! And Modern Warfare 2 just doesn’t hold my interest… It’s like…”
“Like what you do there does not matter?” says a enormously fat guy, wearing a greasy Blizzcon shirt.
“Exactly!” I say. “Everything I do in single player games seems meaningless. No one who sees me. No one who envies my new equipment… No one to hear me say ding! And I love saying ding!”
“Gratz,” say several group members automatically. The therapist gives them a foul look. They stare at the ground, ashamed.
“I spent 15 minutes in front of the bank in Orgrimmar, just watching people walk by…”
“But you came this far!” the therapist says. “You even quit LOTRO!”
I turn red. “Erm… No I haven’t. I played Lotro. To stop the urges. Like Methadon. And EVE. I logged into EVE…”
“But you regret it, don’t you? You know you where wrong…”
“Regret? I have reached level 26 and am almost ready for Scarlet Monastery… I own three mounts and 346 gold… I leveled cooking to 300… Regret? REGRET? I am having THE TIME OF MY LIFE! I will NEVER quit, you here? NEVER!”
“Jake,” the therapist says to a big male nurse, who stands in the corner.
“I will go all the way to 80! And run heroics! And raids! RAIDS!” I laugh manically. Jake pushes the syringe in my arm. Before everything turns black I yell “Ding!!! Ding!!!”
“Gratz,” the group members say.