Damn! I really hate being a goddamn, motherfucking sensitive guy. If I wasn't there'd be something amusing and/or repugnant here.
I recently had one of those conversations that keeps going on one side long after the conversation's over.
One of the points that I just couldn't get lobbed into the air is-(am I supposed to use a semicolon here? A Colon? Shit, I'm too lazy to Strunk & White right now) This game we all play together still doesn't have a proper set of rules. Or, more to the point the rules are all different for everybody. Victory conditions and play styles are often influenced by what field you're playing on, but influence is all it is. I don't know about you, but I keep finding that what I thought was going to be a game of cricket is more like Calvinball with a side game of Fizzbin going on for side-bets.
Yes, perception matters, but perhaps not in the direction you think. It's not them, it's you. As R.A.W. asked, "Who is the master who makes the grass green?" Ask those hotel maids...
Wow, that was like having a song stuck in my head...
...And yes, this is the result of ruminating on an inebriated conversation while sober.
...no, probably not that one...
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Now playing: Shriekback - Signs
