Games

My most recent addiction is the game Mini Mini Farm. There are no stakes—nothing praying on my downfall—all I do is run around my farms and plant crops and gather the produce. I can’t stop. By the time I finish collecting all the fruits and veggies, the ones I planted first are ready and I find myself in a never-ending cycle of mini mini farming.

I personally love playing little games. The infatuation doesn’t end at Mini Mini. I have even spent money on a subscription to Geoguessr and I play it frequently enough that it’s worth the $24 a year. Games are a nice side quest to whatever streaming platform is running on my computer. I couldn’t possibly sit through the entirety of Criminal Minds for the 4^th time and not simultaneously try to guess where this google-maps-location-generator is showing me.

My inclination for games started with my Nintendo DS—shout out to all the Nintendogs that are up in heaven, may they rest in power. Despite being the best Super Mario Bros player that I know (if you think you’re better please reach out I would love to be proven wrong) I do not claim the title of “gamer girl.” There are no combat games in my lexicon, and I’m quite terrible at any game involving a digital gun. The closest I’ve come is GTA, but I have no remorse when I’m running over pedestrians in a stolen car. There’s just one last thing and then I swear to god I’ll shut up about this forever, no matter how mind-numbingly fun the video games are, nothing beats a game of clue or catan with my besties—even if we get super competitive and don’t speak for days afterwards.