I have a problem...

The first step is admitting I have one...right?

And I do. I, truth be told, actually have lots of problems, but this is one I can admit to.

Tonight while we sit at our desks I am happily unwinding after working by fartin' around on facebook. I admit it...I play the app games. Very few last longer than a few weeks with me. I get all into them, "slave away" (by clicking furiously a few times a day) to save enough money to buy the cool thing/feature I want and then I'm done. I start amassing too much wealth and can buy whatever I want, so what's the point?

Then I move on to a new one...

Right now my drug of choice is Fronterville. I can't help it. It's cute. Mindless clicking + cute animations + easy quests + a dash of references to the game Oregon Trail = the new mindless time sink I've chosen for myself.

I know they annoy the hell out of people. I know they require no skill...but goddamnit if they want me to plant 1500 peanuts for my next reward I will do it. Why?

Because I got to have a spouse and fashion him into Gabe...I got to make a pretend child with anime Gabe who we named Mortimer Norbine...

What not compelling? Yeah, I know...but we all need our mindless time sinks. After thinking way too hard about shit that really doesn't matter in the long term for 8-10 hours every day at work...I need a counter-balance of not thinking at all about shit that really doesn't matter in the long term.

But tonight I realized I may have reached a tipping point with my stupid facebook application game.

I'm clicking away planting peanuts...I've tilled in about 100 plots...it's taken me a good two minutes of clicking to get everything the way I want.

I then mistakenly hit the cancel button, rendering my last two minutes of mindless clicking undone. My peanut hills remain unhilled.

"AHH SHIT!" I yell.

Even after it's left my mouth I realize this is an over-reaction for what's just happened in my life.

Gabe nervously asks, "What?! What?! Oh my god, what?"

I pause for a moment...do I admit what caused such an over-reaction? Or lie...

What would my lie be?

hmm...

nope, can't think fast enough.

"I...well, I over-reacted to a Fronterville related incident..." I start sheepishly...

(No answer from Gabe)

"I was planting peanuts, and I clicked the wrong button and now all my work is undone."

(No answer from Gabe)

"I realize now this happening to me didn't actually call-for such an outburst, but now I have to start all over again."

Gabe: "I tuned out after Fronterville..."

As well he should...but so help me I will never feel guilty about hearing white noise and just seeing his mouth flap open and closed once he starts in on some lame-ass comic book or syfy series...

There...I feel lighter in sharing that with you blog-o-verse.

Oooh! Look at the time - my cherry trees are ready to harvest!!