Wordle 236 made me question the joy that is sparked by Wordle. Is there joy? Do I feel the joy? Am I just some slack jawed faux intellectual willing to give a pavlovian response? Do I feel the rush when I win. I have yet to lose, how is that going to feel? What about the frustration off being just slightly off. Now there is a feeling I know I have had. Quite a bit this week.
Eventually, Wordle comes down to a bit of luck. In all actuality, it may be more luck than skill.
Do I keep playing the same starting word? What about the second word? I will kick myself on the day that one of them is used in their respective place.
Luck.
Sheesh.
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