You play video games, don’t you?
I wish; I have a wife & kids & job that devour my time, and thumbs that just couldn’t keep up. The few tines my kids have suckered me into playing I stink because of the number of buttons and combinations necessary to play well. I will confess that if I lived near a 1980s arcade, I’d be there for hours when everyone went to bed for some old-time Spyhunter, Time Pilot, Moon Patrol, and Elevator Action...
(I was pretty good with games that had a joystick and one or two buttons.)
BTW, I see why you would have suspected that, but no, that’s not the case at all. I’ve made it to my mid-40s without wearing corrective lenses, and would like to make it to my mid-fifties in the same shape.