“Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We’re just warming up.” - Chuck Pahahnuik
I’ve spent most the last year trying to overcome my debilitating addiction to Angry Birds. At bedtime nightly, as the covers raised to my chin, my cell phone found itself permanently glued to my hand and without notice, I was flinging innocent, feathered, creatures around the small, bright, screen. Once an animal lover, I became one with my wanton lust to use these majestic fowl to knock over rocks and buildings. It became out of hand when suddenly a few months ago the unthinkable happened. I beat angry birds.
I had never mastered ANY game, (unless you counted Oregon Trail in the sixth grade.) My excitement was short lived when I googled “I beat angry birds,” and I entered a dark chapter of my life. Apparently. there are extra levels if you don’t rush through the game as fast as you can. As I looked back, I realized: I would have to go back and get three stars on EVERY level in order to unlock the special achievements. My win seemed even less majestic when I googled further and found out grade schoolers had beat the game months earlier. And then, wouldn’t you know that a 14-year old, programmed an even COOLER game that has taken the Iphone market by storm. Feeling slightly less awesome, and only with a sliver of pride left, I reflected.
When handed a burned cd, I’m the woman who scans through all the songs first to revel and wonder what the person was thinking when they made the disk. At a buffet? I love walking around the entire table first to plan my attack. I’ll routinely drive by 3-4 garage sales to mentally put them in order before I conquer. But Angry Birds? Was pure gaming lust. I was ravenous to mindlessly fling and break entire walls without having to plan more than what bird to use on which vertical structure. Perhaps it was a release from the daily grind or an affirmation that something small could really do that much damage, but my gaming personality is distinctly different than my daily decisions.
How many of you have a different work outlook than home outlook, or vice versa. Do you have an “Angry Birds,” of your own? I think it’s my differences that make me who I am, with individual and sometimes bizarre tastes. Life is too short to plan everything. Sometimes, you just gotta fling.