Your hands will always look detached and highlighted, like you’ve just awoke from a single-day surgery. You know it is your body, but it seems numb and detached. Those nice flowers your girlfriend bought for you? You may try to climb out of your surgical bed and plant them in the ground, while your surgeon debates on calling the psych ward for you.
You will be tempted to break into every locked door,k even your own. Who needs a spare key when you have two lockpicks and a rusted knife to wield?
A girlfriend appears! This is probably the Mountain Dew wearing down and you hallucinating during your near-sleep, as Skyrim addiction is not very conducive to attracting such a lovely young woman as shown.
Much like Aladdin in an open-air bread market, your instincts will kick in whenever you’re confronted with a warm pastry. The wafting scent would tease your nose were it not a game, so you viciously pound your left-middle finger on the imaginary E key while pocketing the sweet roll you just made for a gain.
Like a hoodlum playing a shopping trip, you will find yourself planning each warddrobe by the terms of ability. If you are bogged down too much, those Night Elves will just have their way with you.
You will find yourself analyzing your food accordingly: if you are Nordish, you will always go for the pizza. The Redguard are probably eyeing the watermelon juice, instinctively. The results will carry out the same in any fridge you raid.
College becomes immesely more tough, not because you are skipping class but because every textbook looks a bit like the Skyrim subreddit you have made your social home.
With the lack of personal hygiene, success and therefore significant other, you will find yourself crying in your lucid moments, furiously browsing the internet and then describing even your greatest acts of shame in Skyrim terms.
And with that, you can know if you are a Skyrim addict.