The game refers to the dynamics of getting laid. How to strategize and flirt and organize yourself so that you have the desired outcome you’re after. How to get the guy you’ve had your eye on to see your ass as the hottest thing since global warming. How to get the woman you think is gorgeous and sexy and smart to see you as the sassy and intellectually engaging chick that you are. How to get the dude with the hard body to see your tall, gangly, and somewhat awkward body as the hottest thing imaginable, even if you can’t really dance and when he takes you in his arms you hope that he can feel your massive hard-on and that your huge dick convinces him that you’re super manly and would love to ride him all the way to the moon.
Everyone plays the game.
Whether you play it loudly or silently, coyly or obviously, knowingly or completely obliviously, you’re playing it. We’re all trying to get laid, we’re all trying to mate, we’re all trying to love the shit out of each other and we all want to rub our genitals against someone else’s genitals. It’s biology, it’s hormones, and it’s the human experience.
So what if we don’t want to play? What if we want to just sit at home with our chocolate and our fried rice and our chopsticks and our long line of easy-on-the-conscience twenty-minute episodes of whatever sit-com we’re watching and just block out the universe for a while? What if we want to be 100% honest all the time? What if we aren’t good at gauging where other people are at emotionally, or how others may react to where we’re at?
This is all part of it. Trying to find that balance. That perfect combination of two people who are ready to communicate, who have similar values and want similar things out of life, who have enough experience to know to forgive each other and themselves quickly and readily, to cut each other some slack and to fight for the relationship even more than they might fight for themselves or the chance to be right. In order to be a part of the world and have human connections and relationships, we have to be willing to play the game, but not in an evil and manipulative way, but in a way that reminds us that everyone is fragile and we all need to be treated with care. Just like you can’t really tell someone you just met that you love them, even if you do, you also can’t withhold love from someone you’ve invested in and who’s invested in you, even if you’re afraid that love might not last. It’s a gamble. Love and relationships and connections are all gambles. You have to be willing to play.
1. Hate the player, not the game.
2. The game is an essential part of how we interact. We’re all playing it and we’re all gaining and losing from it. Everyone gets rejected and accepted somehow by someone.
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