so this happened yesterday:
i wasn’t (still not) sure of how to feel about this. i want to feel proud, but really? this?
i’m not exactly an avid “casual” gamer. while my obsessive personality predisposes me to frivolous and “pointless” activities, playing computer games was never my thing. as a kid, i was content watching my brother play whatever RPG game on his family computer/super nes. so while i had a few gaming apps on my phone, it got deleted soon after.
how did i find myself in this insanity?
two of my housemates were already addicted for a few months before i played, despite them pushing me to download it now now now so they can request lives from me. i didn’t budge, and it wasn’t that hard to; i just wasn’t interested and would rather read frivolous and pointless stuff (thanks crack).
and then i went to lunch with my friend and her friend. and i got bored.
that was around november 2012. yes, 3 years! 3 FUCKING YEARS of losing sleep, space awareness, and human interaction. at the peak of my addiction, my roommate and i would conveniently ask each other for lives at 3am!!! don’t ask me what i did first thing in the morning (not facebook!).
if someone asks me: what is your greatest achievement in the last 3 years? my answer would be: finishing Candy Crush faster than developers can update it. i’m the (wo)man
no one can take away this opportunity to be happy and gloat away from me (plus, who knows when developers will update for the nth time) so i texted my fans and supporters my thank you speech:
i think i’ve convinced myself to be proud of this feat. celebrate little wins, right?
and then not even 2hrs later:
my life. pathetic.