I've a problem with Saturdays. Too many people about, mindlessly buying rubbish or watching sport. Extrovert's day. Give me a Sunday or a Friday evening any time.
Do you have a bicycle? That's a noble diversion for a bored man of your age.
And didn't you used to hang around canals? You're probably a closet fisherman. You might find contentment battling carp in the evening.
A few years back my car broke down once on the M25. I had a long conversation with the recovery vehicle driver on the way up the M1 and he swore by carp fishing. He'd been in bomb disposal in Afghanistan and had also spent days sitting at an artillery post on a mountaintop giving fire support to the base Prince Harry was staying in. He said that was OK, peaceful and contemplative between the shooting and shitting in a bucket, but nothing squashed the PTSD quite like carp fishing here at home. It was that or drinking to self-destruction.
Gaming is the worst. My son's life revolves around it, I hope he grows out of it in his teens, like I did. Nothing can or ever will match the glory of Ocean's Batman, I hope he too can find such perfection and call it a day.