Honey, He Played Us Both
Playing games seem to be such a prominent technique in today's society, and I do not mean Call Of Duty or World of Warcraft or FIFA and whatever else can be named. The games I am referring to includes human to human relations--specifically male to female, but it can interchange. I am no expert in playing games with past partners or any that may come along. I have tried, but significantly failed because I am not cut out to be that type of person; I ponder heavily on consequences my actions may lead to, especially when another person's life is involved. So, I do not comprehend games and why exactly must they be played. But one thing I do understand--since I have been played--are the consequences. The main consequence I will be touching on is the trail of broken hearts players leave behind, and how the ones in the dust have a tendency to hate, not the guy, but the other girl that ended up in the exact same position.
First off, hating the other girl makes absolutely no sense. It becomes some silent competition--or an elephant in the room--every waking moment you pass the other girl. Either you give the daggers, or it's her cold stare pouring in to the side of your face, like she wants you dead. If it's not daggers, it's the deathly silence that comes as you pass her and her clique, and only after the passing does the talking between them resume or the laughs come.
All of this because of some guy?
That is where females go wrong. They turn the "hate" towards the other when instead they should be tag-teaming on that guy's foolish ass. Okay, not really. Life is no John Tucker Must Die, though that would be something. But in all honesty, compare females to males when it comes to those situations and there's a significant difference.
Guys will hate each other over a girl for a minute and become best friends over that same girl that did them both dirty. Females will form a damn army and go to war with the other female and her own army and be enemies for life. Shade will be thrown from all sides and this will all happen when that very guy that sparked the feud has already moved on to the next, babe.
Again, where is the logic in this?
I would love to witness the opposite effect. I would love to see two girls that were done wrong come together and not only because they can relate, but let it be known to that one jerk--and any one else who may know the deal--that he cannot break them. Hell, have him on edge worried about what you two may be exchanging about him, as if you two were forming some conspiracy against him.
That would be quite funny.
First off, hating the other girl makes absolutely no sense. It becomes some silent competition--or an elephant in the room--every waking moment you pass the other girl. Either you give the daggers, or it's her cold stare pouring in to the side of your face, like she wants you dead. If it's not daggers, it's the deathly silence that comes as you pass her and her clique, and only after the passing does the talking between them resume or the laughs come.
All of this because of some guy?
That is where females go wrong. They turn the "hate" towards the other when instead they should be tag-teaming on that guy's foolish ass. Okay, not really. Life is no John Tucker Must Die, though that would be something. But in all honesty, compare females to males when it comes to those situations and there's a significant difference.
Guys will hate each other over a girl for a minute and become best friends over that same girl that did them both dirty. Females will form a damn army and go to war with the other female and her own army and be enemies for life. Shade will be thrown from all sides and this will all happen when that very guy that sparked the feud has already moved on to the next, babe.
Again, where is the logic in this?
I would love to witness the opposite effect. I would love to see two girls that were done wrong come together and not only because they can relate, but let it be known to that one jerk--and any one else who may know the deal--that he cannot break them. Hell, have him on edge worried about what you two may be exchanging about him, as if you two were forming some conspiracy against him.
That would be quite funny.
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