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We take it like a game.

How long can the game last before one of the players becomes exhausted? Gets bored? Gets heartbroken?

We’re supposed to be growing up, growing wiser, but sometimes it feels like all we do is to grow better at disguising our childishness. We hang on to our second grade shenanigans even decades later and there’s this small corner of our minds that still believes things like pulling the girl we like’s pigtails or saying the boy we like has cooties is an acceptable sign of affection.

You may find puzzles intriguing and enticing – putting the pieces together, discovering the person you like bit by tiny bit more, making connections. But when the other person keeps on hiding pieces, you will never make out the whole picture. So what then, George?

The chase will make your heart pump. What could this feeling be? You get light-headed and you stop for a second. The chaser approaches. You’d like to give in. But running just a little bit more doesn’t seem like such a bad idea. Let him/her run after you for a while more. Let him/her look for you in the forest when you’re really watching from the edge, being a mean one. Is the continuous game of hide and seek worth it?

I say: man up! Accept responsibility for your own age. If you’re 26, don’t treat feelings and lives like you’re 16. I can’t speak for others, but as time’s gone by, my patience for silly games and endless, pointless teasing has dramatically shrunk. I still enjoy it through and through, but my focus on and interest in situations like these will fairly quickly whittle away and fully rationally be deflected if the game is the point from which no further evolution is possible in the foreseeable future.

Am I (slightly) cynical? I say I’m an idealist – we can do better than never-ending games.

 

 

 

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