Things I Said: Quitting Candy Crush at Level 200 and Updating to iOS7
I said I would quit Candy Crush when I got to level 200. That level was chosen because it was a nice round number, a fat number. I felt as if Level 200 would say, “I got bored of this game; it didn’t get me.” And I felt as if I had to quit because… you know… that thing called attention that I’m not paying when I’m playing out my 5 lives each night.
And then I got to level 200 and beat level 200.
And then I started to feel that gnawing emptiness that comes when you’re not quite ready to part with something, but you have to say goodbye anyway. The end of a really good night out with friends. Those last minutes before you have to leave for work. The kiss at the end of a visit and then the drive backwards down the driveway where you can still see the person.
INSTEAD OF DELETING IT, I CONTINUED ON.
I yelled at myself once I crossed over to level 201, messing up my exit on a gorgeous, round number. Now I’m stuck until level 225. Or at least 250. Maaaaaybe 300.
On the other hand, I thought I would update to iOS7 the second it became available. Not for myself but because the Wolvog can’t stop talking about it. He could barely wait until the release date; expecting him to wait beyond the release date was asking too much. He had already crooned about all of Jony Ive’s contributions while he followed me around the kitchen, insisting that his involvement meant it would be beautiful and functional. He repeated the operating system like a mantra, “iOS7iOS7iOS7iOS7.”
I was going to download it while he was in school, but then I started seeing updates from people who upgraded and didn’t like it. At all. And I am such a creature of habit, so loyal to keeping things exactly the same. A case in point: I spent the afternoon mending a jacket that is 17 years old rather than buy a new jacket. I like this jacket. I am familiar with this jacket. So, if I am the type of person who keeps a jacket for 17 years, you can probably deduce that I am also the sort of person who likes her phone interface to look similar from update to update.
The Wolvog was beyond disappointed when I told him that we wouldn’t be upgrading on the first day. Crushed. Continuously repeating his iOS7 mantra until we banned the word from our house for the time being. He got around it by calling it “the upgrade” or “you-kn0w-what.”
“I’m going to post about iOS7 and ask for people’s opinions,” I promised the Wolvog at bedtime.
“How come you can say it? How come you can say you-know-what?”
“Uh… because I’m an adult? Good night!”
So I’m asking you about it if you upgraded. What do you think of iOS7?