It’s a compelling thing to save a fat jolly cartoon king from a dragon. Or not save him and watch his disappointed expression. Or be crushed by molten lava. That was another one. All I had to do was match the little green clovers, yellow crowns, blue shields and red suitcases or blow them up with canons, bombs and spinning magic balls. It was just like Fishdom, the game I had played in the pandemic days.
I made it through thirty rounds and then deleted the app. My head felt weird and numb. I was unable to focus, and a headache was blooming. I turned on the TV and watched a decent enough film about the Fox women getting sexually harassed, although it was irritating in the end because there was no one really to root for. Megyn Kelly as a hero? Yeesh.
I reopened the app and flew through the levels, more than a hundred in four hours. I knew that it was just a silly thing and I would blog about it. And then I ran out of the bombs and magic spinning balls and the bonus time. I would have to either wait for more lives – a new one every thirty minutes – or pay.
I began a book about Poland and Prussian history, Max Egremont’s Forgotten Land, Journeys Among the Ghosts of East Prussia. There was a lot going on here, Teutonic knights massacring the locals 700 years ago and then a constant bloody mess between the Germans and Russians. Not to mention the Poles themselves.
I checked my phone. I had five new lives and got on roll, not just the Standard levels, but the Very Hard and Extremely Hard ones too. I planned to stop at Level 200, but I didn’t. I had to wait it out a couple of times, but I got up to 265, my phone occasionally slipping from my hands, my head lolling forward, but I made it, fmatching the little green clovers, yellow crowns, blue shields and red suitcases like a master, exploding boxes the piggy banks and getting the little red birdies and snuggly alligators out of the maze.
It was all about me doing nothing, being mindless, getting to one more level. The thing was that I could do stuff if I wanted to. I really could. But I prefered to adjust my pillow and see what was next. It almost felt something like happiness. Or death. And don’t get the wrong idea. I could stop whenever I wanted. I wasn’t addicted or anything. I was doing this for my blog, research on the idea of addiction. That was the difference. I would uninstall the app soon enough. After the next level.
