Lately I’ve been addicted to this magical game played via Facebook and smartbatphone called Draw Something.
And since I am currently studying for my licensing exams like a mad fiend– did you know that addiction is not actually a proper diagnosis?
The different substance use disorders can be categorized into either abuse or dependence. To meet criteria for abuse, you gotta use a substance and have some bad shit happen in at least one of the following:
1) failure to get your ass to work, school, home and do what you’re supposed to do
2) taking dumbass risks because of the substance
3) substance-related legal problems
4) continued use despite crappy consequences with loved ones yelling at you to stop playing Draw Something because it’s now time to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom in the toilet this time, etc.
I actually loosely meet criteria for Draw Something dependence, which means I have bad shit happen in at least three of seven criteria. Let’s take a look, shall we:
1) tolerance, which means I need more and more Draw Something games in order to feel the same level of bliss I felt at being able to portray John Lennon’s essence with some digital black ink and my pointer finger on a tiny glass screen. Check.
2) withdrawal, meaning I get the shakes when I can’t check for new turns, or when none of my friends-with-actual-lives have drawn me something in the past 20 minutes. Check.
3) I sit down to play just one little turn of DS, and I look up seven turns later and realize it’s now dark out. Check.
4) I wanna cut down, I really do, but it’s just too hard. I can quit any time. Check.
5) I start researching amazing DS examples, and I look up famous photos to copy in order to create more amazing, mind-numbing finger art. Check.
6) I ignore the cat and my boyman because DS is far more important, clearly. Check.
7) I keep playing even though it’s a problem that could possibly ruin my life and give me carpel tunnel. Check.
For actual diagnostic criteria, just look in the nearest, friendly, neighborhood DSM IV. What did we learn today? All together now: that addiction is not an actual diagnosis. And that I am crazy (also not an actual diagnosis). Very good!
The following are the drawsome reasons why my social life is hanging by a thread:
As you can see, the word was TRASHCAN, but I decided to jazz it up with Oscar the Grouch. Any excuse to draw a unibrow.
I thought about drawing David Beckham’s sexy sixpack instead, but I figured my true-to-live depiction would be seizure-inducing, so to avoid a lawsuit, I went the safe route. You’re welcome, but not really, cuz you missed out on one sexy seizure.
Classy. Even if it looks like her eye sockets are empty, open, and soulless with streaks of mascara running down. Probably from crying since she apparently lost her eyes in that freak gasoline fight accident. Tragic.
Do you get what I was going for here? It’s our favorite chubby dead dictator, Kim Jong Ill, wearing his favorite button-up straightjacket. For effect, I added the failed rocket launch that brought shame to their country. Needless to say, this drawing was not guessed correctly. :(
This is my favorite drawing by far. I drew this by instinct, realizing afterwards that I was emulating John’s drawsomely famous self-portrait. Less is more, my friends.
Anyone else out there dependent on Draw Something for everything except calories?