People play games in three ways: one, games whose rules are known to both sides; two, games whose rules are known to only one side; three, where one of the two sides doesn’t even properly know a game is being played.
Hey-ho. Such is life.
Maybe this triangulates its reality.
Or maybe it’s just a game in itself. The universe as a player even.
And maybe there’s no pattern, after all.
All I know is I’ve learnt to deal with most of the above three types in my life of curious misadventure. And I’m proud of having done so. It’s a helluva struggle to contemplate and then deal with. It can drive you mad. It did me once, but I refused to give up.
And I am more of a man for doing so, you know. Not an island of a man: instead, a flowing glowing gorgeous river of a man.
I accept responsibility for my actions, and hope one day to live a life in reciprocal love. In the meantime …
… time to go finish my Earl Grey! From now on, I’m a glass half-full man every time. And you better believe it.