Bejeweled Blitz Support Group
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Jan 4 2010, 6:01 PM
I would not consider myself an avid gamer or competitive in nature. I enjoy games that afford the opportunity to learn the rhythm of each level and memorize the location of each pit fall. I appreciate games that I can play for only a short period of time while feeling as though my time was spent well. That was until Facebook created Bejeweled Blitz.
If you are unaware of this quick fire gaming abomination, then you may be one of the lucky ones. For myself, I have become a reluctant slave to its singular minute of game play. Pressured by relentless high score notifications, I unwittingly succumb to hours guilty pleasure with no taste of relief.
Realizing that neither skill nor memory can abet my success, I continue to waste countless hours with feeble efforts to surpass the high score of my friends. And despite my personally loathing, I can only bear to break away for meals and rest. Ah, even restful sleep seems to evade me. My dreams are filled with tiny gems, glistening among mountain ranges and empty spaces.
It appears as though I may require support to recover from my new addiction. I have embraced the fact that I am no longer strong enough to control my high score appetite. If you have recently become afflicted with a bejeweled bewitching, please share your story of recovery.
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I would not consider myself an avid gamer or competitive in nature. I enjoy games that afford the opportunity to learn the rhythm of each level and memorize the location of each pit fall. I appreciate games that I can play for only a short period of time while feeling as though my time was spent well. That was until Facebook created Bejeweled Blitz.
If you are unaware of this quick fire gaming abomination, then you may be one of the lucky ones. For myself, I have become a reluctant slave to its singular minute of game play. Pressured by relentless high score notifications, I unwittingly succumb to hours guilty pleasure with no taste of relief.
Realizing that neither skill nor memory can abet my success, I continue to waste countless hours with feeble efforts to surpass the high score of my friends. And despite my personally loathing, I can only bear to break away for meals and rest. Ah, even restful sleep seems to evade me. My dreams are filled with tiny gems, glistening among mountain ranges and empty spaces.
It appears as though I may require support to recover from my new addiction. I have embraced the fact that I am no longer strong enough to control my high score appetite. If you have recently become afflicted with a bejeweled bewitching, please share your story of recovery.
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