This post brought to you by the letter A
Addicting Games:
Hello, my name is Miranda, and I'm addicted to online games. Seems I have a very addicting personality when it comes to online games. It started a few years ago with Neopets. No, I'm not joking, stop laughing. I played religiously for about 2 years. Then, I found GaiaOnline and off I went on a new amazingly addictive adventure (like how I'm using my 'A' words there?) I played and played... and just like the other games - I dragged anyone I could over there to create an account and become my friend. I actually had my own graphics shop on Gaia, where I'd create banners or profiles for people and they 'paid' me with gaia gold. I played Gaia until everything started costing 'real' money. Then I found pogo.
Wow, I thought,
this is the place to be! I convinced Mr. Man to sign up - then I got Loue into it too. I didn't want to be alone!! I couldn't stand the fact that no one else knew what Phlinx was or what I meant when I bragged about how many pigs I'd popped in Hog Heaven Slots.
Then one of my friends begged me to do the Facebook thing. I had a myspace and thought that enough. I finally caved in and signed up, however, and instantly regretted it. What were all these invites and gifty things for farmville and mafia and crap?! I hated it! I didn't want these games, I wanted my friends to play pogo with me, damnit! I held off for about a month. I look back now, and I'm actually pretty proud of myself for managing it for
that long. After hearing about this farmville thing for waaaay too long, I finally got fed up and clicked the button to start a farm. Bam. That was it - I was hooked. Since then, I've spent countless hours moving animals, building barns, and harvesting trees. I click on eggs. I'm hurt when no one comments on the eggs I post to tell me what they got from it. I plant flowers, veggies, fruit and grains... I brush kittens and fertilize my neighbors land. FV came out with a tractor that you can only get from playing Mafia Wars. Sign me up baby!!
Sometimes I can't believe myself, and somewhere - deep inside - I'm ashamed. I know that I have bigger worries than whether or not my plants wither, but sometimes.. sometimes it doesn't seem to matter. I have to physically pull myself away from whichever game I'm playing and look around my house. I see the piled up dishes and the fact that I'm still in my pjs and it's 4pm and Mr. Man will be home in an hour and
I haven't done a damn thing all day long! It's disgusting. It's one of the big reasons I started a blog in the first place. I needed something that I could do to relieve some stress, have some fun, and then walk away from.
Farmville never ends ... but posts do.
