Hello. My name is Jamie Oehme. And I am addicted to Words with Friends on Facebook.
Is there a self-help or recovery group for this? I have to admit that I will stay up for hours (and hours, and hours) waiting for people to play their tiles making some of the most unusual and longest words I have ever seen. I keep dictionary.com open on another window so I can check and see what some words mean. I'm accumulating quite the list of words containing "z," "x," and "q." It is, after all, the trick that will put you over your opponent. A well-placed "z' on a triple letter tile near a triple word score can be the make-it-or-break-it move in the game. I'm not sure if I am proud or ashamed of the fact that between Lexulous, Words with Friends, and Scrabble I have had as many as 47 consecutive games going. Yikes.
Talk about a waste of time.
How sad is it that I can spend hours on end coming up with strategies to put me over the top, and the pile of books I've been meaning to read is an ever-growing stack next to the very rocker in which I sit as I contemplate how to manipulate my score. (I am a master of the run-on sentence.)
Lately I have been feeling a little guilty about the time I spend on this distraction, after all, that's really what it is if I'm honest with myself. It's something that keeps me from the very thing I am supposed to be about. I've been completing games and not starting any new ones. I only go to the site two or three times a day instead of sitting there for hours. I have stopped looking at absolutely every letter on the board before making my move. Just play and go.
Here's where the guilt is coming in... I want Jesus to be proud of me. I want the time I have left in life, whether years, months or days, to matter for something worthwhile. Something that matters beyond bragging rights of winning a silly little word game. Something that lasts.
Is there a self-help or recovery group for this? I have to admit that I will stay up for hours (and hours, and hours) waiting for people to play their tiles making some of the most unusual and longest words I have ever seen. I keep dictionary.com open on another window so I can check and see what some words mean. I'm accumulating quite the list of words containing "z," "x," and "q." It is, after all, the trick that will put you over your opponent. A well-placed "z' on a triple letter tile near a triple word score can be the make-it-or-break-it move in the game. I'm not sure if I am proud or ashamed of the fact that between Lexulous, Words with Friends, and Scrabble I have had as many as 47 consecutive games going. Yikes.
Talk about a waste of time.
How sad is it that I can spend hours on end coming up with strategies to put me over the top, and the pile of books I've been meaning to read is an ever-growing stack next to the very rocker in which I sit as I contemplate how to manipulate my score. (I am a master of the run-on sentence.)
Lately I have been feeling a little guilty about the time I spend on this distraction, after all, that's really what it is if I'm honest with myself. It's something that keeps me from the very thing I am supposed to be about. I've been completing games and not starting any new ones. I only go to the site two or three times a day instead of sitting there for hours. I have stopped looking at absolutely every letter on the board before making my move. Just play and go.
Here's where the guilt is coming in... I want Jesus to be proud of me. I want the time I have left in life, whether years, months or days, to matter for something worthwhile. Something that matters beyond bragging rights of winning a silly little word game. Something that lasts.
As a pastor, no... just as a Christian, I am supposed to put the plans God has for me above all which means I am to be seeking Him continually. Asking Him through prayer what He would have me do rather than wasting time online. (Matthew 6:33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.) Seek
That will never come playing against people who are only known by a player number. Only the things done for Jesus will last. That's all that matters. It's all I am supposed to be about in this life.
Life. That's an eight-point word.
That will never come playing against people who are only known by a player number. Only the things done for Jesus will last. That's all that matters. It's all I am supposed to be about in this life.
Life. That's an eight-point word.
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