When I taught narrative writing in elementary school, I always preached to my students: “Write about what you know.”
Well, I know the Candy Crush Saga!
For those of you who are saying, “What is Candy Crush?,” let me briefly explain.
It is a popular Facebook game that was later released as a smartphone game app. To play, you must crush candies by switching and matching brightly colored candies in a combination of 3 or more. Sounds harmless, doesn’t it?
I did some research on Wikipedia and learned as of July 13 it has been estimated that 6.7 million people play Candy Crush actively. The stunner: According to ThinkGaming.com, it has a revenue of $633,000 per day. Now is it sounding a little less harmless?
I started playing this crazy game earlier this year when I saw my daughter-in-law, Cori, crushing candies on her iPad. I was intrigued, so I watched her play for awhile. I thought it looked fun, so I tried it at home.
Well, I had never had a real addiction before, but I was truly hooked. Candy Crush was the first thing I did in the morning and the last thing I did before I went to sleep. I had striped candies, wrapped candies, and just plain old candies swirling around my head at night.
Since many of my Facebook friends play this game, I couldn’t wait to beat each of them. It was my destiny! Most of my friends told me that they never spent money to buy boosts — a single-use feature that can help a player complete one of the 500 levels.
Being the naturally competitive person that I am, I had to beat everyone! After several months, I started buying boosts. All I had to do was click once on the computer, and the boost was mine. What’s a dollar or two?
And then I got my July credit card bill.
I had four pages of charges to Facebook. I was out of control, but I was getting closer to the levels my friends were on — my ultimate goal.
September 2, 2013 was a momentous day in my life.
My friend Mimi posted on Facebook that she was deleting all of her games. Wow! Just like that.
Maybe I should get rid of Candy Crush, too.
I had reached level 409, the same level she was on.
Cori was still ahead of me on level 410, but that was OK.
On Sept. 3, I deleted Candy Crush.
I have my life back. It’s a good feeling.
I just wish that a dozen or so of my Facebook friends would just plain stop inviting me to start playing that devilish game again. I’m done! Finished! Just leave me alone!
Claire Flatowicz, 66, a retired teacher and grandmother, wrote this blog for momaha.
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