I am a very calm person, who rarely, if ever, becomes unglued. Health scares? I am a rock. Financial woes? Unruffled. Flooded basements? Unflustered. Severe storms? No problem. Report card time? Piece of cake. Parent/Teacher Interviews? Hah!
But, a matter has arisen that has me totally shaken.
I have a few good friends and many loving and lovely family members. A few months ago, I was invited by Carla, my daughter, to play Words With Friends. Little did I know that it was the thin edge of the wedge! You know how it is – you start out slow, playing just to be sociable. Before you know it, you are totally strung out on Triple Word Points or Double Letter, Double Word Points. You’re constantly looking for your next fix, checking your iPhone several times an hour. Soon you are looking for something more, something stronger, something more addictive!
Enter the fiendish game, Scramble.
Scramble must have been launched in a terrible place, a place where hope goes to die.
Since I started “playing” Scramble, I am a total mess. My eyesight is failing from staring at the tiny screen, and I’ve started to shake uncontrollably whenever I hear the “ding, ding” announcing that’s it’s my turn to play! People who were my friends and beloved family members are hounding me to play at all hours of the day and night. When I close my eyes, I see letters and I start frantically unscrambling them, until I finally fall asleep and dream about getting my Scramble “fix”. God help me, I have to do something, something drastic.
Carla, Sue, Helen, Elizabeth, Monica, and all you others, I have to tell you something important. On the advice of the woman I met at the medical office today, I have decided to go “cold turkey”. NO MORE SCRAMBLE!!! I’ll go through withdrawal, but I have to be strong. I have to conquer this.
UNSCRAMBLE ME. PLEASE!!!