The Game

The rules of the game:

-you cannot talk about the game
-you cannot do anything that directly furthers your own interests
-you cannot aid others in any way that benefits you
-you cannot talk about the game

Social games always scare me, this is the basic code I live by. The reason they scare me is because I am quite good at lying and manipulating others. I set up these rules (ok so this is a mockery of the product) to govern myself so that I do not make it a common habit to use others. Problem is, subconsciously and in reality the rules do not stop me from being able to, and it sometimes slips. This makes me a hard person to do favors for, as I resist, divert, distract and misdirect, anything except helping.

Life as we know it:

So, if I work out to look sexyfied, if I use my suave and wit, if I hide my pains and my sorrows and bury my ghosts, will I be satisfied with the women I attract? If I am no longer myself but have women, what have I gained? Problem is, if I keep on the noble path that I currently walk, bend to no man or wo-man, and take no free gifts, I will always be alone. Well, currently I'm working on a new better happier image, but it's not for me. It's for you, my dear audience. I figure why not spill the beans as they are my beans to spill and clean up as I please. It's just another notch in my long list of ways to try and make you like me more which will (EDITED: now thinking positive) totally work and I should keep it up. ;)

The word:

so working book title: "One Thousand Ways to..." a book on random silly ideas and conversations between myself and my lupine friend. I'll keep working on it.



How sexy are your burgers?