Damn the game and everyone who enjoys playing it. Not just any game... The Game.

Hypothetical: My friend tells me that this girl likes me. So I look at her and all of a sudden I like her. So I start to talk to her and flirt with her. Now she does either one of two things. She either flirts back or she doesn't. If she flirts back, it could mean that she likes me, or it could mean that she's playing with me. If she doesn't it could mean that she doesn't like me, or it could mean that she likes me but is playing hard to get. But then we have girl number two, the one I really liked originally, but I don't flirt with her, because it isn't in the rules to flirt with girls you really like.

Damn it all. And the worst part is that I'm so involved in The Game's philosphy of guessing and double-guessing everyone around me and their motives, that I can't even condemn it without more than a touch of hypocrasy. Why doesn't honesty work? Other than the obvious, that people would get their "hearts-broken" left and right, isn't that better than the semi-endless agony of not knowing anything for sure? It all goes back to the courting and chivallry rituals of medieval times. It's rude to give the peasant woman who loves you and whom you love a flower, but it is proper to go out and fight dragons for the lofty princess who has 10 knights all doing the same thing already. I swear women pull all of the strings. Any time a woman is upset about love, it's either her pulling a string on one of her puppets, or one of her guy-marionettes finally cutting his string. Or maybe finally just hanging himself with it.