The below drama concerns how I became embroiled in the ever-addictive gaming world of Bubble Cash!
Gaming Addiction With Pretty Colored Bubbles!!!
I have come to accept that all the advertising of those cash games isn’t worth buying into (literally and figuratively speaking) and that it’s really an insult to one’s intelligence. If we were all able to earn tons of money just doing mindless games all day, no one would need to have a proper job anymore and we’d all be doing it. Turning into overweight antisocial blimps. But it isn’t the case, so reality dictates a healthier lifestyle.
So why, oh why can’t I stop playing Bubble Cash??!!!
I am acutely aware of needing to do five million other more important things with my time (such as getting on with this internet website), but I click the next game without being able to stop myself, saying this is the last game, then I’ll stop!
Only to play five more games!!!
Help!!!!!
My sad online history to date
Previously, when I tried my hand at Solitaire and Bingo apps, I was able to eventually pull myself out of my accidentally self-imposed bog after running out of bonus cash and gems, leaving me with no other choice but to delete the game without too much psychological backlash.
This time around, my son (who’s played a noncash version) busted me playing Bubble Cash, and, after teaching me some more moves with the game, is just as hooked as I am!! Should I delete this one too, I will have his withdrawal symptoms to deal with as well as my own!!!
I don’t even dare click the Invite Friends button as I wouldn’t want to drag anyone else down with me (and look completely, pathetically desperate)!!
How the mess started
I first decided to cheer myself up against my better judgement (after a bad Friday 13th day at work) by downloading Bubble Cash, as I was all Solitaire’d and Bingo’d out.
I like where I work. One form of stability I never thought I would have after feeling cursed with Horrible Bosses in a series of temporary and short-lived permanent jobs throughout my 20’s. I since secured a clerical position in the Medical Industry.
Despite how many years I had been there, I had never truly realized how toxic one of the Doctors was. I’ve never had to deal with him very much at all and, to look at him, I would never have guessed he was a complete Tosser!!
That was before he was rude to one of my colleagues over the phone. I now start to vaguely recall other complaints about him from other staff members on occasion. After his email reply (when I had been so nice to him as well!!), the rest of my day was spent trying to overcome a negatively clouded mindset. An exhausting business I am not a stranger to after my upbringing by a Narcissistic mother and codependent (on my mother) father. Don’t get me wrong. I love my parents. It’s just been really complicated and has affected me way more than I ever realized.
Downloading Bubble Cash that evening seemed to stem the flow of revenge plans I had for Dr Tosser (consisting of superglue on his car door handle – downgraded from Covid19 germs as his patient’s don’t deserve to suffer etc etc).
At least I would be a lot less likely to get into any legal trouble this way.
Theoretic Possibilities
Perhaps I gravitate to this particular sort of comfort behavior due to being sober for 15 years, successfully staying on the dieting wagon once again and bringing my coffee consumption to a barely acceptable daily level.
Just because I could kick some bad habits, doesn’t mean I am habit-free. Something in my potentially addictive personality seems to give! Maybe that’s the mind’s strange way of keeping me sane.
My Internal Struggles
Aside from my excessive Bubble Cash playing problem, every now and then, I still have dreams at night about having a glass of wine or eating cake and feeling like a failure for doing so! When I wake up, I’m so relieved to realize I was only dreaming and I didn’t ruin anything. Grasping at what’s left of my strength to continue to live the right way!
Even at my skinniest a few years ago, I felt like I had a secret fat woman inside of me. When I’m fat, my secret inner person is skinny. My eternal quest for achieving a balance in my life.
I also feel like my head is a zoo of memories of all the toxic people in my life I’ve ever met!! Said Horrible Bosses. A couple of equally as insidious coworkers. Controlling (yet loving) parents. Superior and intimidating in laws (who also simultaneously seem to mean well)!! In light of those last two, the Horrible Bosses and coworkers have no excuses at all!!
I’m drawn to reading news articles titled 6 Signs You Had An Eggshell Parent?! 4 Types of Emotionally Immature Parents!! I do find it especially helpful as it explains so much about my past and some of my mindsets (perhaps I should do that more in an effort to quell my Bubble Cash playing, he he).
Thanks again for joining me while I air more of my whiny confessions. Perhaps everyone struggles similarly in their own way daily?! Or maybe it’s just me who’s insane (lol). I know I’m not alone. I appreciate my readers and wish them well in their lives, too.
Stay tuned for more posts.
FatGirlSlim77
xoxo
