The Game that Sucked My Life Away

And of course, I'm talking about World of Warcraft.

I just recently jumped on the WoW bandwagon with some hesitancy. I didn't want to become one of those geeks (you know what I mean). I'd heard all about Leeeeeeeeeroy Jennnnnkins and people who'd lost whole days to the addicting drug that is WoW and I just really didn't want to join their ranks. But slowly, like a thief in the night, WoW crept its way into my life. First infecting my friends, and then my husband.

I tried hard to resist. Many evenings I found myself sitting in the living room all alone with nothing but crocheting to keep me company while the sounds of Nate and my friends freebasing WoW drifted out of our computer room. I don't remember much from my first time - everyone was there and I just didn't want to feel left out anymore. I figured I could just play when everyone else was - no more no less. I didn't even notice as the game's slimy tentacles reached into my brain pulling me further and further into it murky depths.

Soon every bit of spare time was spent playing. I was starting to resent work, more than usual, for taking me away from the game. I found myself speaking a strange language that included words such as: aggro, crit, pally, grind, buff, tank. And I even contemplated a special keyboard arranged especially for maximum game playing efficiency. I was sick. And I needed help.

Help came in the form of moving. I have been without internet (except for at work) for four days now and I can already feel the tentacles starting to loosen their grip on my soul. It's been a rough road, but I think I'm suffering through adversity quite well. The evil man with the DSL comes on Thursday and I wonder if I'm strong to resist the pull of WoW? Or am I already a lost cause?