Tongue-tied and Text-twisted

I have a blog site. I should be blogging at least once a day, if not every 22nd minute like most bloggers do. But I’d rather play Text Twist than think of something to blog about. As I write this, I can see precious seconds eroding in front of my eyes. Seconds that I can spend scoring another round at the endless game that I am hopelessly addicted to.

I’m so addicted, I open the page almost as soon as I walk into office every morning. It’s what I am seen doing when anyone walks over to my table at any time of the day. I’m so addicted, I’ve even gone beyond trying to minimise the window when someone walks past. Even if it's the CD. Or the MD. I’m so addicted, I can't keep my hands off it even as I am trying to type this piece. I’m so addicted I hear letters when people speak. I’m so addicted, I can spell add, aid, ace, aced, ate, eat, tea, ted, tie, tied, die, did, dad, died, diet, edit, date, dated, dead, dice, diced, ice, iced, cad, cat, cite, cited, ade and addict from ADDICTED. All in less than 10 secs.

So, why do I do it? 'Cos I don't have anything better to do. Rather I don't think there's anything better than mindlessly spelling out words from the same sets of letters. I have done it so many times that I know the exact combinations I need to type, to fill in all the empty squares. And I can do it with my eyes closed. Yes, I’ve tried that as well.

I genuinely think it’s a psycho-something problem. And like all psycho-anything-osis date back to intense childhood trauma, I am self-diagnosing that deep down somewhere, I still haven’t gotten over my parents whispering in letters when they didn’t want me figuring out what they were saying. And so I resort to Text Twist as a way of getting back at them.

So now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of getting back to do. About the blog, it’s just too bad I can spell only bog and log from it.