I’ve never been a video gamer. When I was 8 years old I bought a really cheap Atari and a box of games at a garage sale… only because I had some money burning a hole in my pants pocket from my child slave labor full-time summer babysitting gig. Stop it, Mom… it was child slave labor… let’s call a Bieber a Bieber! When you’re 8 years old, they can get away with paying you 50 cents an hour and make you work a full 8-hour day… heckuva babysitting deal right there. And no, 50 cents an hour when I was 8 was not a land fall… I ain’t Betty White old yet! What was I yammering about? Oh yes… video games. The Atari I bought rarely to mostly NEVER got used… I just wasn’t interested in making a weird-looking alien dude jump from square to square. Not my cup of tea… plus, you couldn’t eat it, so obvs not up my alley of expertise.
I never owned a Nintendo or an X-Box or a Doo Hickey Doo Dah… I just never did… and I never missed out on it because it didn’t interest me. All of this backstory about how video game noninterested I was will have a point… I think… we’ll see when I get to the end of my thought process. So, no one was more surprised than me when I got addicted to a few different Facebook games. It started back when I broke my wrist earlier this year and I couldn’t do much else but match up jewels and shoot sparkling balls at centipedes intent on destroying the land of Bagzabah… It’s not like I had time to do play these stupid games. I had homework and work and all sorts of other things that could have been a much better use of my time, so what did I cut out in order to play? My sleep time. I already get very few hours of sleep as it is because I’m one of those weird insomniac people who’d rather paint the ceiling than stare at it waiting to fall asleep. So, instead of getting a few more hours of shut eye, I’d spend a few hours playing Pear Saga (what the helium balloon does a pear have a saga about?) or Pet Saga or Farm Saga… there were a lot of sagas for some reason. And then hours later, I’d scold myself for being so dagblasted stupid, delete the game apps from my Facebook page and vow never to touch another time waster game again. Next night, I’d find the games again and start the vicious cycle all over again. I do have an addictive personality… out of sight out of mind… but put it under my nostril hairs and fuhgettaboutit!
I just erased Farm Saga for the umpteenth time tonight… NO MORE… but I did realize why I keep coming back… it’s that stupid box that pops up every time you’re about to lose a life… the choices are usually pay money stupidly to buy some more lives because the turnip truck just delivered you to the land of clueless yesterday OR… and this is the rub… GIVE UP. Heck if I like that phrase… I hate it… more than I hate the words moist and cornucopia… and ice and snow. It’s like a glaring pile of cow turds dumped on your bed as an alarm clock rig every morning (bad idea, farmers of America!)
I’m feeling defeated in the weight loss game right now… weight gain game is more like it… but even though I feel defeated, there has never, ever been the thought to give up… it’s not my nature. That’s why every Friday night you’ll find me planning out my menu for the next week so I can have a list for the grocery store on Saturday (talk about wild Friday night par-tays, yo!) That’s why you’ll find me in the kitchen on Sunday night marathon cooking so I can just grab and go for the rest of the week. Most weeks aren’t successful, but there’s a glimmer of hope there that the next one will be… and that’s what keeps a person going. You either try or you sit still wallowing in your Saga (harhar).
Moral of the story: I’m still vowing never to play another Facebook game again and I’ve deleted them once again tonight… don’t you throw your Give Up phrase my way Pear Saga… I just might prove you wrong.
Question of the Day: Do you consider yourself a game fanatic? Any favorites?