Jan 17, 2007 23:10
Sometimes, it really isn't how many you get or how much each one counts. It really is how you play the game. And all these years I've had Mike's words ringing through my head: "Don't hate the player, hate the game.". I'm seeing more and more advances to my own strategic maneuvers. Biding my time really seems to be paying off. My flock appears to have returned home for the final act of this well orchestrated play.
Y'know, I've always said that I don't play head games. I don't in the usual sense. I don't lead people I care about on wild goose chases or drag thier feelings through the mud. But the ones I don't like? Gods, if only they knew what a manipulative, hateful person I can be when I want to.
I suppose all of this has been brought on by the fact that I have had enough of people I don't like. I try to be nice. I try to be a good person. I try to get people to like me. Many times I succed. Those times that I've failed, have often held the taint of betrayal.
Well.
Allow me to inform you, dear readers, of the apocalyptically proportioned remodel of the intricacies of my social meanderings.
Es alles. Gute nacht meine Damme und Herren. Ich liebe mein Freunden.