I have always been a big fan of puzzle games. Tetris on the GameBoy? My. GAME. After my now-5-year-old was born, I became highly addicted to Bejeweled. So, while my now-8-year-old watched Cars (Every. Single. Day.), I played Bejeweled. I cannot think of Cars without thinking Bejeweled. To add to that, I cannot think of my now-5-year-old as a newborn without Cars and Bejeweled.
Yes, it was that bad.
Since that time, I have kept a fair distance from these games. Instead, I get sucked into things like Scrabble. Or Twilight.
Hunh. Maybe I have an addictive personality. Better it be silly teen angst novels instead of drugs, mIright? Too bad my addiction isn’t curing cancer.
So, it’s been over a week since I’ve learned of this new aggravation in my life (as if I needed another – I mean, I have children) and I cannot stop playing. I have also gotten my husband involved, so he’s been cursing me all week.
I try to stop. Really, I do. Because my Scrabble and Scramble games are now suffering for it (yes, friends, you can nudge me all you want, I’ll get to those games when I get to them). My son and co-worker and both offered to delete the game from my phone and I just about chewed their arms off.
When does it end??
For 3 days, I was stuck on Level 29. I actually went so far as to update my FB status, cursing this game. Which, of course, led to me finding how many other people play this game.
People who can give me lives.
There is something about the ridiculous high you get when you make a great move, which sets off at least 5 other great moves. It's like a drug to me. (See? It’s really a good thing that real drugs scare the piss out of me.)
I constantly text my neighbor (who is much further along on this never-ending candy road, I might add), whining that I cannot, repeat, CANNOT, beat this level. She has talked me off the ledge several times now, reminding me to never EVER buy lives or power ups.
She’s the reason I’m still here, people.
And now that my lives have reloaded, I’m going back in there. See you on the other side.
Since that time, I have kept a fair distance from these games. Instead, I get sucked into things like Scrabble. Or Twilight.
Hunh. Maybe I have an addictive personality. Better it be silly teen angst novels instead of drugs, mIright? Too bad my addiction isn’t curing cancer.
So, it’s been over a week since I’ve learned of this new aggravation in my life (as if I needed another – I mean, I have children) and I cannot stop playing. I have also gotten my husband involved, so he’s been cursing me all week.
I try to stop. Really, I do. Because my Scrabble and Scramble games are now suffering for it (yes, friends, you can nudge me all you want, I’ll get to those games when I get to them). My son and co-worker and both offered to delete the game from my phone and I just about chewed their arms off.
When does it end??
For 3 days, I was stuck on Level 29. I actually went so far as to update my FB status, cursing this game. Which, of course, led to me finding how many other people play this game.
People who can give me lives.
There is something about the ridiculous high you get when you make a great move, which sets off at least 5 other great moves. It's like a drug to me. (See? It’s really a good thing that real drugs scare the piss out of me.)
I constantly text my neighbor (who is much further along on this never-ending candy road, I might add), whining that I cannot, repeat, CANNOT, beat this level. She has talked me off the ledge several times now, reminding me to never EVER buy lives or power ups.
She’s the reason I’m still here, people.
And now that my lives have reloaded, I’m going back in there. See you on the other side.
2 comments:
Precisely why I don't get involved in the first place. Not to mention I'm afraid I'm not smrt enuff to move along.
Give me trivia any day.
You are so stinkin funny!!! haha!!! no worries, I'll get keep giving you lives to feed your addiction :)
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