To My Dear Friends Who Play Wordle
I love you, but IDGAF about your daily Wordle scores
As a writer, lover of words, and someone who does the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle in pen, you might think that I’d enjoy playing Wordle. I probably would, but I simply don’t have time.
I know it only takes a few minutes, and I couldn’t play another game even if I wanted to, since you can only play once a day. So I can’t go down the Wordle rabbit hole for hours like I used to with Words With Friends, my previous obsession. But I seriously don’t even have five minutes. I have far too much to do and I can’t justify wordling when I haven’t dusted my apartment in weeks (months, shhh).
Likewise, I don’t have time to feign interest in your word games. When I’m scrolling through my Facebook feed (which I somehow find time to do) and I see post after post with green and yellow squares, my eyes glaze over.
It’s especially annoying since you don’t HAVE to share your scores. You can celebrate the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat in private. Just sayin’.
To be clear:
I don’t care if you lucked out and got the answer in two tries.
I don’t feel relieved if you finally got it on the last try.
Or bummed if you didn’t get it at all.
I would much rather hear about your trip to the grocery store, where you found 7 coupons on top of that expensive joint supplement you always buy, and you bought 7 of them at half-price, instead of leaving a coupon or two for the next person (oops, that was me).
Or how long it’s been since YOU’VE dusted.
Or how you cleaned out your storage unit 4 months ago but still have boxes in your living room (also me).
Did I mention that I adore you all, you’re super smart and if you want to share your Wordle score on Facebook, I suppose that’s your choice and I should just keep my opinions to myself and scroll by without judgment, like I do when people post 75 pictures of their vacation or the surgical scars from their knee replacement?
Forgive the rant. To make it up to you, I’ve bolded all the five-letter words in this piece in case you need ideas to start your next game.
You’re welcome. xo
Damn. Now I need another excuse for not dusting.
