I’ve found myself entangled in a city-defense, clan-joining, and monster-fighting app today, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of irritation at myself for it. You know the feeling – someone cuts in front of you in line, and you don’t say anything, but you can’t help grumbling under your breath, maybe even letting the person behind you know how you feel about it.
It’s almost like I’m coming down off a drug. Just sitting here, I caught myself reflexively reaching for my phone, tempted to check if anything new has happened in the game. I know it has, but I’m resisting the urge to dive back in. It’s time for cold turkey, old girl. What’s surprising is that, upon reflection, it wasn’t even that much fun.
The constant tapping of buttons to collect money, improve my army, and forge weapons started to feel eerily reminiscent of playing a slot machine. And let me tell you, my history with those one-armed bandits wasn’t pretty. It was fast and furious, with a big serving of frustration as I jammed my finger on that button.
Maybe that’s why I’m feeling a little off. It’s like I took a small sip of that addictive flavor again – a nugget of baking soda grinding against your teeth, disrupting the sweet tranquility of a warm blueberry muffin.
I can’t help but think that a part of me is withering away, and if I don’t take action, I might lose it altogether. This feeling ebbs and flows, and right now, it’s definitely flowing.
I’ve already taken a bath today, so going in for a soothing number two dunk might be a little extra. Perhaps watching an episode or two of “What We Do In the Shadows” with Dave would lighten my load. And deleting that app. Yes, great idea, I’ll do that now.
It’s gone. And so am I. See you here tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn
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