The presence of another means I pay more attention to how a fight looks, how dialogue reads, how pretty the scenery is. I look at what’s right in front of me rather than some pay-off further down the road. I don’t think, for instance, that I would have spent quite so much time scouring Fallout 4’s wasteland for specific items of junk with which to craft minor armour upgrades had someone else been observing me. I would have headed for the most spectacular scenery, sought out the biggest fights, thought about what was there rather than what I didn’t have yet.
But I resent that it’s not my game anymore. It’s become someone else’s spectator sport, and worse, it gives them a window into my private world. This is true of even those closest to me; my partner does not play games at all so does not understand why I would spend so much time to them. When she watches, she sees the silliness, the wanton violence, the empty tap-tap of buttons that we have all long ago taken in our stride, for better or worse. She sees me as I am. How much I enjoy these things. It’s embarrassing.
So I alt-tab or turn off the screen when someone enters the room. Walk away, keep it mine. Seconds after they’ve gone, I’m right back there, as though the interruption had never happened, my thoughts thoroughly taken up again by wherever I was, whatever I was doing. No matter how embarrassed or scrutinised I felt, I can always go back.