Confessions Of A Bubble Buster Game Addict
I have a confession to make. I’m a bubble buster game addict!
I’ve given countless hours of my life to my Android phone apps version of Bubble Buster, that I can only look back at the last three months and wonder where that expanse of my life went. I thought game addicts were those people who played those fantasy role playing games. World of Warcraft, or something that took you out of your life and brought you into another reality. This was not the case.
Just to bring everyone up to speed, Bubble Buster is an arcade game.
It makes you connect three or more like colored balls to get them to fall off the playing area. The player must clear the field in order to move on to the next level. As an added bonus, the top of the field begins to descend after a short period of time and you find yourself trying to clear the screen before the collection of balls hits the bottom of the screen.
Simple, yet highly addictive. Speaking for myself, I found each new layer a challenge and their was something inside my head that had me wanting to complete the next level and continue onward. Toward what? I don’t know. Would life cease to exist if I didn’t finish that last game or would all mankind still be able to live and breath?
My confession must continue so that I may be truly absolved of all my sins. Not only was I highly addicted but the length to which I would go to find time to play this stupid game was rather disturbing. My work ‘breaks’, which consisted of two 10 minute breaks and a 1/2 hour lunch were consumed by my Android apps little screen. More often than not, I would look up at the clock only to realize that my time had come to a close. No, not the game time, my break time. It was rather pathetic.
The beginning of the end. I remember it like it was yesterday. There I was. Level 842.
I had been playing Bubble Buster for weeks on end and I found the level to be more than just a challenge, it was an obsession. There had to be a way to clear this screen. I was doing something wrong. More time and effort had been put into this than more things that I had done in my life. All of this to no avail. It was insurmountable. It wasn’t going to get me by.
The game was frustrating me to end and I actually reduced the attempts to finding the right colored balls at the beginning or just simply ending it quickly rather then even trying to attempt it.
Silke came into the room one night and found me actually cursing my phone.
She just laughed and I realized the absurdity of it all. Weren’t games created for enjoyment? How had I been reduced to yelling at this game on my phone? It was time to call it quits. In a flash of heated anger I removed the app from my phone.
A final screen came up: Application has been removed.
I couldn’t believe it! How could I have done that? After all the time I had spent playing that stupid game, could it have ended so quickly? With a finality I resolved to let it go. What came next was unexpected. I actually felt a weight lift off my shoulders. It was over. I could move on with my life.
I would like to end this confession of my gaming addiction with an apology to my wife, friends, and family, who unknowingly, had taken back seat to a stupid game that held no real value or purpose but to consume my time and attention. Can you forgive me?
Are you addicted to Bubble Buster or another game on your phone? Leave me a comment below.