Marion Pellicano Ambrose
OK, I admit it! I play Farmville! I don’t know why I get such pleasure from planting and harvesting cartoon crops and raising a farm full of chickens, cows, llamas and reindeer, but I do! Is it because I’m such a “black thumb" in real life? Not only can’t I get a thing to grow, but my silk plants lose their leaves around me! But there has to be a deeper, more meaningful meaning for my addiction to this phenomena!
When my sister found out I was a “Farmie” she was ready to disown me, so great was her shame. It was almost as bad as when she found out I’m a Republican! OMG!( But then, when I was a kid, she also convinced me I was the ONLY one in the world who liked the Monkees!) Anyway, I knew that there was a kind of stigma attached to being a Farmville enthusiast.
This feeling of shame has caused me to look closely at myself and why I’m drawn to Farmville. Here are my conclusions. In this game, I get rewarded for working hard. My wealth steadily increases and my crops never fail, as long as I am faithful to harvest them on time. My animals all get along and gladly eat the slop I serve without complaint! If I visit neighbors, I am showered with gifts and coins! I can buy houses, clothing, and adorable exotic animals! Every holiday, I am given wonderful gifts and surprises. Now tell me, why wouldn’t I want to play? On Valentine’s Day I received roses, a pink castle, swans, chocolates, teddy bears and more. In real life, I was given….uh…..Oh yes, a card from my friend Judy in New York! Need I say more?
Looking a little deeper I also realized that, I have a nasty little habit of loving to spend money! Not a bad habit when you’re well off, but here I am on disability and getting only 20% of my salary. Not a good habit to have on this income! Farmville gives me the ability to “earn” a great deal of money and “spend” it as I wish. It also allows me to be generous and sent gifts to friends and neighbors! I can afford to be a big spender for once in my life!
My final thought on the subject is this: I was born and raised in NYC. The thought of life on a farm seems romantic and wholesome to me. In reality, I know it must be nonstop hard work, but working on my little Farmville Farm is like stepping into the holodeck on the Enterprise! (OMG, another confession – I’m a Trekkie!) It’s grown up pretend time! I can go to my comfortable little farm where good always triumphs, hard work is rewarded and thanks to my non-wither ring, time stands still. I’ve come to the conclusion that Farmville makes me happy! So am I addicted to Farmville? The answer is, hell yes! And I’m loving it!