Perhaps you are familiar with the tale of Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus by Mary Shelley. At its heart it’s a tale of a man playing God, bringing life to lifelessness.
I didn’t do that. But I did make a monster. Have you been there? Thought what you were doing was cool? Had it turn out completely other than you expected?
Aye, there’s the rub: I’m not sure what I expected when I turned my wife onto Words With Friends, but I managed to create a word monster. Here’s a woman who had previously played no games on her iPhone now playing about fifteen at a time!
Like Victor Frankenstein, I feel responsible for her newfound addiction, but like Mr. Furious in the awesomely funny Mystery Men, am strangely impotent in combating it.
Because the truth is: I play, too.
I’m just as hooked!
Nietzsche was right: if one looks long into the Words, the Words look right back!
Is there a “Words With Friends” Anonymous I can call?
How about you? Do you play WwF? If so, what’s your screen name…
No, bad Chad! Must. Stop. Multiplying. Games.
What have you done to break your “addictions?” Or have you?