FINDING YOUR GAME DISMISSER - A Users Guide The rules of the game are iron clad, and we all adhere to them. Females will always get the qualities of someone playing the game pinned to them more. This may simply be because the nature of their emotions is more outward, more exposed and easily seen, but both genders stick to the rules equally. It is called a game because thats exactly what it is - a double-edged sword of reality that brings epic highs and lows. The highs, although often carrying undertones of malice, are wild enough to make any human want to play, as winning is what taps directly into our DNA enough to provide a superhuman feeling, a more condensed but equally ego-distorting version of fame. The lows, of course, are what inspire the misery that makes an impoverished existence in a third world country seem laughable in comparison, and which inspire the greatest art, the pieces to which we all can relate. Bitterness over the game often comes exclusively from losing it, with the winners exuding slick grins while dropping the hate the game, not the player cliche. THE RULES: Direct interest is the cardinal sin, and the quickest route to boredom. Thats because this immediately dismisses the fact that youre playing a game (which, of course, is what we all say we dont want, but really do until we are legitimately ready to advance to the next level, which well get to) and allows someone to immediately win. To the newbie, this is the aspect that is mind-blowing, the classic nice guys finish last hump that everyone has to get over when they think the game is real life. Its the antithesis of real life, and that is why so many, especially males, are initially jarred - how can someone not respond well to the basic human need to be treated nice? To show direct interest in a person is to walk out in the middle of the football field and scream I forfeit! Mystery is king, as this leads people to want to discover more. Hot and cold behavior is encouraged because it will send mixed signals as to whether or not the other person is winning, and this will only serve to both make them more rabid to win and destroy their emotional capability, making them react with more genuine emotion and less careful planning, and therefore losing. Much like a successful soap opera, there is absolutely no fun to be had in putting the love interests together with no obstacles. Again, people claiming to despise obstacles are attempting to elevate to the next level. Obstacles birth intrinsic joy in the game. Game players want challenges. Utter dismissal of the other person is the way to call checkmate and this, of course, plays directly into the classic girls love assholes cliche, which should really now and forever be changed to humans love assholes which should really be changed to until were genuinely looking to advance to the next level, we all love whomever makes the game the most challenging to us. To cause anguish through ignoring someone is to flex a complete understanding of the nature-bred rules of the game, peak their interest, and collect your massive ego prize. This also illustrates how, more so than even showing interest, nice behavior becomes sickening, as it is equivalent to handing a soldier a flower in battle, as opposed to firing rounds at them. Sweet behavior demonstrates a basic misunderstanding of the game youre playing, as well as arising contempt from the other player as you are basically saying Not only are we not playing, but Im going to spit in the face of the rules we all adhere to. Genuine nice behavior only works on the next level. Overall, stimulation is lord over genuine connection. You dont go to a drug spot looking for a natural high, and you dont willingly play the game looking for a genuine connection (people think youre supposed to, and that is where all of the pain comes from, the people who dont realize their participation is tacitly implied just by them being human, and think that all of life works like the next level). You go to revel in the highs of conquering a chase you mutated into something more by chasing it. You go to bathe in the Id never admit it but I love it anguish of losing and feeling the throb of wanting someone. You go because you understand that the next level only comes with the maturity of having your edges roughed out by bouncing around the arena in which the game is played. THE NEXT LEVEL Those hurt by the game often long desperately for the next level, or had it in their heart that thats what they were in in the first place. The next level will be jarring to all of us, because the game, and by extension society, has showed us that youre going to have to work for it, that it will require much effort. The next level is what every overly sweet, nice guy thinks theyre in, and what every Disney-brainwashed girl waiting for a prince thinks life is all about. We all forget that when it actually clicks there is no work to it. It will be deceptive, confusing and wonderful. You may mistake it as game forfeiting at first and be turned off by it until you realize both of you are playing on the next level, the level where you can forget about the game and actually SAY WHAT YOU MEAN. This is the main element that throws people off as honesty will get you slaughtered in the arena. It is, jarringly, what matters the most in the next level, and this is the area responsible for most of the fear and the main reason the phrase Lets take it slow is said. The lack of the game puts all of us on edge, as we have been bred to realize its unavoidable entanglement with the system of life itself. We all worry and fret and cry and despise the game, never realizing until it happens that the right person destroys it. The right person makes sitting awkwardly in a coffee shop for three hours the greatest first date ever. The right person makes nervous attempts at kisses and phone calls into genuinely adorable things as opposed to sickening game destroyers. Our societys artists usually function exclusively on the next level, leading to their hypersensitivity and dismissal from the real world, which is, ironically, completely the fake world. But to most, the entrance into such a real plane of existence is horrifying, the opposite of what weve been taught. And so we all run around screaming to each other how terrible the game is, how much the shackles of it burn our wrists, always, constantly, continually forgetting that with the right person the game disappears. When the right person comes, its exactly the same as someone coming up to you and yelling I forfeit!, except this time, you can hardly wait to forfeit right along with them, and give up the relentless, exhausting, exciting nature of the game forever. Take heed, friends. Your game dismisser will come!
Posted on: Fri, 14 Nov 2014 19:22:32 +0000
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