I'm over-civilized.
If I had grown up in the Paleolithic era, about 50% of my brain would be devoted to avoiding tar-pits and giant snakes and what not, while the other 50% would be devoted to picking up hot cave-girls. As it is today, it takes only 25% of my brain to dodge muggers and get the burritos from the store to my mouth, so that leaves a quarter of my brain totally free! The cave-girls still take half though...
But really, I can't not think about games. Even if I'm not running/playing in one, I'm brewing up something in the back of my head. When I see movies and read books, I think about stealing bits for games. My Game-Brain is always, always working. I've been doing it for so long, it's a part of who I am.
I really don't know if that's bad or kind of awesome. :\