Dear Scrabble Friends and Hanging With Friends Friends:
Sorry I haven’t been as attentive as I once was. I just feel like our relationship has grown stale, you know? I think we need to take some time to see other people. In fact, I’ve already started seeing a few people — OK, several people — over at Draw Something.
What’s that? What can Draw Something do that you can’t? Well, I wasn’t going to bring it up … but while I enjoy being able to flex my impressive* vocabu-bility with you, Draw Something is collaborative, while you’re competitive.
Don’t get me wrong: You know I love a good challenge — and ones that I’ve got a fine chance of winning are my favorite kind. But constantly trying to outdo someone can be tiring, especially when you’re battling four or five contenders at once. You’re like the word equivalent of Game of Thrones, and I’m tired of being the lady with the dragons, always fighting. (Although with my victory record, I would technically be the creepy kid with the crown. But I digress.)
Does Draw Something play to my strengths? Absolutely not — in fact, in session after session I am amazed at how bad of an artist I am, and instead take pleasure in the little victories, like successfully re-creating my bathroom when trying to illustrate the word MEDICINE. (That’s my drawing, in progress, up top next to a shot of the actual bathroom.)
In the big picture — picture! ha! — Draw Something is about communication. Sure, some people are going to absurd lengths to highlight their artistic skills — can you imagine being the poor sap who has to sit and watch any of these (admittedly great) pieces of artwork being created? — but most of the time it’s about conveying something to your partner, not concealing it and hoping they guess wrong. Such cooperation is an even more refreshing change given today’s push-pull world of politics and personal agendas.
Will I regret my choice to take a break from you? Probably. Unless Draw Something cracks a dictionary or thesaurus soon, I’ll probably blow through its selections fairly quickly and be left rehashing the same words to different people. (I don’t know if I’ll ever be brave enough to tackle “Beyoncé,” though. How does one illustrate the “Single Ladies” dance without animation? I can barely master a crude rendering of Popeye.)
So, I hope you can understand. And if I come crawling back, offering tentative gestures toward reconciliation, don’t judge me too harshly. I know you’ll understand — especially because one of the words I had to guess was SCRABBLE, and I got it based off just the shape of your rack alone. (Your tile rack!) I’m still thinking of you fondly.
* Let’s face it: superior.
|WHAT SAM WORE: 4-3-12|
|The shirt: Long-sleeved waffle-weave tee by Hollister.
Funny Michael and I drove to three different stores to find it in my size.
|The pants: Jeans by William Rast for Target, from the store in North Scottsdale.|
|The shoes: Sneakers by Puma, from Nordstrom in Chandler.|