board games were a highlight of my life when i was younger. i considered myself to be quite the connoisseur of board games, with a collection that could put anyone to shame. you name it, i probably had it. however, one of the greatest banes of my existence at the time was the fact that my sister would always beat me. it seemed to be just one of those unfair advantages of being older, but i was so angry. what about the fact that she came into this world before i did gave her the right to win every time? would her 2 years and 10 months advantage over me always make her smarter than me, better than me?
i thought that board games were merely child's play until i realized that they are really the capitalist world's way of grooming children into being able and contributing citizens of society. that is, it's the world's way of teaching children how to "play the game..."
what the hell is this game??
i've heard this phrase so many times that it doesn't even register with me anymore. but what is it! the only thing i can recognize around me are the strategic moves that people put out there, movies aimed to advantage themselves while disadvantaging others. i've noticed the poker faces of people who know what they are doing, and don't let anyone else in. i've also noticed how some people foolishly let their hands show, telling everyone and everything what they have. but what's the prize?
i'm sure there are famously pastoral poems out there that would say happiness, hope, etc. but no, there has to be something more. but i cannot figure this out! and yet i play, with no end in sight. because not playing means not living, and as long as i have breath within me, i have no choice but to live. and so i play.
