A couple days ago I played the Deal or No Deal DVD Game. (It was gifted to me by Paige and Ed, who had come to Glendale with Brent, Lynnette, and Paul, for dinner at The Cheesecake Factory, where we all ate enough food to feed a Third World country.)
The DVD game is pretty elaborate—Howie and the models interact with you on the actual Deal or No Deal set. So it's like you're really there! Except you're not. You're sitting in your apartment alone, pressing buttons on the remote control, as the endless expanse of time stretches right outside your window and the nightlife of L.A. is just getting started without you, and, even though the disappointment you feel from winning only $300 is a fake disappointment because the game is not real, that feeling is tangible enough to send you into a temporary state of depression, and, since the unexamined life is not worth living, you do so, because, after all, you have all night, and, in fact, you have all life, to contemplate its meaning and/or meaninglessness.
Maybe I should get out more? Maybe I should hire a dog walker to take me around the block at least once a day?