The Hawthorne Effect

I admit it. For a while there we were close. We’d go places together, check in with one another. Occasionally you’d bring me deals. It was nice. But after a while we grew apart. Something wasn’t quite right. It happens. People would tell me all about how fun you were and what a great time it was playing you, but I had my doubts. I hid them of course, because all my friends wanted it to work between us, but I can’t go on like this.

You’re just a game about how often I can push a button.

I’m sorry, but I want more from my games. Sure you’ve tried to lure me back with your large usage numbers and your swelling audience, but I need more. After a while the chore of checking in with you everywhere I go just got to be too much. I need my games to not smother me so.

When I hang out with Angry Birds, we can have a good time and then both go on our way. With you, I have to be constantly reminded how I’m not measuring up to my friends. As if the ability to push a button is so great. So I’m sorry, I’m afraid this is goodbye.