People aren’t worth it!
I am a prolific lover of airsoft; beautiful game really, when played for fun, as I did today (with a group of people from my uni). In doing so though I had a splendiferous time, but also a reaffirming slap in the face.
Women aren’t worth it!
Its not that I don’t understand their thought process, but some times its that I believe in its nonexistence. For example, there is one girl, lets call her Lucky, anyway Lucky hates me; that special kind of hate that you reserve for very few people you wish to see burn in hell. The thing is I have no idea how this happened, I only met her last year, we’ve never spent prolonged time together, we don’t oppose on issues/beliefs. Now i don’t mind a little hate, you can’t be everyones friend, but I at least like to now what causes enmity towards me, so I can at least try to minimize the actions or behaviour that cause it (after all if one person hates it, it probably annoys ten others). But much to my dismay she hasn’t let anyone in on the secret source of her ‘deep-rooted’ hatred. The strange thing is (and this is why I believe the thought process behind it is shaky, not absent), is that after about three drinks; so enough to have some effect, but still far from drunk; Lucky has absolutely now problem with me, none, at least once she even forgot who I am.
[GRAMMER CORRECTIONS at the behest of pretzelboy] She is not the only gril like this I know (and not all the examples involve them hating me [I not that bad, I don't think.]) but she is the most extreme example I could think of.[/end of Corrections]
Example of it in action at tonight’s airsoft game: So waiting in the lobby for the game to start, Lucky was sitting on the couch (a very long couch), I had gotten there much earlier ’cause I had some maintenance to do. I was tired of standing so every so discreetly and nonchalantly as I could I sat down on the far end of the couch, she made this evil throat sound and got up and walked away, I didn’t even make eye contact. Later, near the end of the match I was sneaking around when I saw some opponents rip for the picking, I snapped around the corner of the main corridor and tap, tap, tap, I took out three (really nice shots too) looking at the other end, I advance to their position, saw one of my guys had pegged down some more opponents; I check behind me, tap, got one more that had wandered behind me, dash around the corner, close-quarter-killing (calling an opponent ‘out’ without shoot them, only doable at close enough range that shooting them would be a dick move, performed buy pointing you’re gun at them and shouting ‘Mercy’) three before they could get a shot off, spin around to the sound of an empty gun firing, there is Lucky, I’m thinking “I’m not getting shot, she must be out of ammo”, so naturally I’m going to close-quarter-kill her to, but to be fair and give her a chance to realise she’s out of ammo, and maybe close-quarter-kill me I say ” I think you’re empty. Mercy!” now she almost got me but I called her out just as her first syllable was leaving her lips. At this point I figure “eight was a good run” and not wishing to incur any additional ill will I also call myself out. I swear to God, I though she was going to club me with her gun.
Men aren’t worth it!
Most men are after only after two things, you know the first, the second it to best other men in the most boyish fashion possible. Alcohol can supplement or replace either of the two things.
’nuff said.
The moral of today’s story is:
Venting to people (even though very few people to date have read this blog) on the Internet is cathartic.
Ciao
