My Addictions

I have to be really careful of online games. Not poker, Texas hold-em or anything like that--I am a serious Canasta addict. 

I have an addictive personality to begin with. If a person can be addicted to something, say, like nail polish, it's me.  I start a new project and I am all over it until I can't come up with or google another way of doing it.  This past two weeks it's been making part of my yard into an Enchanted Garden, full of fairy houses for my granddaughters; I'm still not out of ideas, but I am out of time. Its grand opening is Monday.  I've made fairy houses with moss roofs, jeweled roofs, bark sides, rock sides, with porches (complete with fancy railings) and zen gardens. No where near out of ideas, so the project will go on....

Anyway, I absolutely love playing games against real people on my laptop at night.  My real addiction is Canasta.  I can't seem to rise up much in the rankings, but I just love the game. It's all about strategy, until the Canasta God has to stick his nose into things and mess me up.  I find most people are really good sports and take winning or losing, like me--with a grain of salt. Tonight, however, I discovered a really mean player. (Whine)

The person, whose name of course I don't know because we all play under a different name, won the first hand. The second hand I had the impression he/she could have gone out but didn't, which I always do whenever I know I have the upper hand and want to run up the score. Finally, he/she went out and of course won the hand.  The third hand I was dealt beautiful cards. The canasta God was looking upon me fondly (or felt sorry for me). Right after he/she had taken the pile (and it was a pile) and chose not to lay down as many as he/she could have, I drew two wild cards, made two canastas and went out, leaving my opponent with a handful of cards. I was still behind, but I had really closed the gap. I was feeling pretty good about things, when my opponent, obviously a bad sport, messaged "I just lost all respect for you" and pulled out of the game. Okay, first off, by the opponent dropping out I automatically got the win, but lost all respect for me? A total stranger, who won two out of three hands has lost all respect for me? Oh, my. I think I should just give up my life now. How can I ever live without this person's respect? 

All I could do was laugh.  I've been told the same line by people I actually knew, so it didn't really have the effect my opponent was trying for.  I will try not to be scarred for life, but I know it'll be an uphill battle.

Give me a break.  Maybe I'm not as addicted as I thought.