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Saturday, May 10, 2008

the games we play

i don't like this game anymore. she says to him
its a stupid game.
he looks at her blankly.

tag, you're it. tag, now i'm it. bleagh.
the game is stupid. she insists.
he raises his eyebrow.

she tries again

duck duck goose.
you're the goose.
he scratches the back of his head.

ready or not here i come?!? i was ready at one-mississippi.
am i hiding or are you?
and she waits. and waits for the lightbulb above his head to flicker.

no such luck.


mentally, her eyes roll to the back of her head.
she silently glances upward to ask for the patience to deal with it all.
he looks uncertain

and her ramblings crescendos into a hugely embarassing climatic nothing:

round and round we go where it stops...
i don't know

ah-tishoo ah-tishoo...
we all fall down.

marco....
you're supposed to say polo.

the musics stopped...
but there are no chairs.

you don't get it. and i clearly have no idea...
the rules keep changing. there
are no rules!

what game are we playing?


either he doesn't hear her, because he isn't listening, or he chooses not to hear her because its just easier to deal with her that way.
she might as well be speaking in a foreign language. she might as well not say anything at all.
perhaps he just doesn't get her, perhaps he's just used to her tirades, perhaps he finds them entertaining.
perhaps perhaps perhaps.


i'm tired. she says. stick a fork in me, i'm just about done. the game is...
not that bad. he interjects.
he laughs and flashes her a grin

she rolls her eyes again. thinking... not for you maybe.
chewing on her thumbnail, she weighs it all up.
mmm ok... maybe one more round. she thinks to herself.

in the end, the stupid game still draws her in. but perhaps its 'cause deep down, she hopes that maybe... just maybe... one day, she'll get it.
or maybe at least, one day she'll get smarter.

;)



on a side note: gotten parental approval for snowboarding... =D hahaha cannot wait! its been way too long. ok... almost 1 down... overall 3 more to go.

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