Hi. I'm Michelle. And I'm a Crushaholic. That's right. Level 471. You are only as sick as your secrets.
I had what I thought was going to be a lasting intervention when the Heartbleed virus prevented me from connecting to Facebook...oh sorry I meant the Kingdom. It was just what I needed. I was out. I had moved on. No more. But I just could not delete the app. All that progress. Down the drain. I couldn't do it. I justified it. What if someone else wants to play the levels I unlocked? What if I get stuck at the airport? What if my friends need a ticket? It made sense at the time.
So after months of being on the wagon, I'm back. The worst part about it is I know the secret. No not The Secret. Well I know that one too. Think positive blah blah blah. I'm talking about the secret that all these flippin' games are the same! Whether it's butterflies, or gems or you guessed it, candy. You match three things and they disappear just like CC, sweet vermouth and a cherry on my birthday.
It makes me angry to think about it. How mindless do we want our entertainment? Apparently a lot. The "genre" if you can call it that is called Match 3. There is even a match3.com! The App Store has 129 of these addicting mind melters. What parts of our brains are still alive enough to demand such variety? What is going on? Although I gotta tell ya'. It is nice to hear a deep-voiced stranger call me "divine" in the middle of the day. AHHHHHH! I can't stop. I need help. Somebody send me a life...and a ticket.