Fruit Ninja App, My Late Night Obsession… Some believe counting sheep will help them sleep. 

Others, like me, would rather torture themselves trying to beat their last score on addictive games like Fruit Ninja.  My latest rants have included minor issues I have with ageing.  Being vocal about my distaste in ageing is not something I am very shy about.  Realizing my thought process was superficial; I decided I’d try to alter my thinking a bit. 

Getting older was out of my control.  I needed a positive approach to this growing old thing… I tried convincing myself that a new gray hair was better than losing all my hair.  Wrinkles were making my face their home because I was likeable.  It was emotionally draining but I was determined not to let growing old (mid 30’s), take a toll on me… Then, yesterday happened…

It started like a normal day.  My alarm went off and I hit snooze.  Three snooze buttons later, I yelled for the girls to wake up… I could not help but tap the snooze button one last time before jumping out of bed.  Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I noticed how tired I looked.  I jumped in the shower assuming it would wake my senses and liven up my appearance.  Unfortunately, things did not go as I thought.  Once out of the shower, I began getting ready and then abruptly stopped.  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  Not only did I still look tired, my squeaky clean face somehow looked worse!  That was when I had a rude awakening…

Events from the night before…It was 10:30pm.  I had just planted my behind on our couch.  Danny was watching an awful show once again, so I grabbed my Apple iPad and started browsing.  The browsing session led me to an app I played a few times before, Fruit Ninja.  The game looked inviting so I figured, why not?  One or two games couldn’t hurt, right?  Seven games later, I decided to take a break and get a drink.  Water in hand, I made my way back to the couch and resumed playing.  Around midnight, I had surpassed my high score!  It had been months since I even got close to beating it.  After having my proud moment, and realizing it was past midnight, I decided it was time for bed.  Although exhausted, the adrenalin rush I had from swiping flying fruit had no intention of cooperating with my need for sleep.  For thirty minutes, I lay in my bed and stared at the ceiling.  It was unbearable!  Regardless of my shoulder and arm hurting from the stress of playing Fruit Ninja, I believed I was on a roll and could beat my score once again!  I sat up, resumed playing until my arm and shoulder were numb.  It was 3am.  I had no choice but to throw in the towel and quit.  Although I am aware that my addiction to games has a tendency to monopolize my time here and there, I believe it has reached a new level… Intervention may be required.

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