… then a mindgame is the “Themonuclear War” game. Stupid little things that can have devastating consequences. Made even worse by the fact that it can be played in single-player as well as multi-player.
If you haven’t heard (which would be surprising, because people were asking me about it practically before I knew about it), Peggy and I broke up. Although it was mostly amicable, I think that looking back now, I see things that I didn’t see before. Maybe I was blind. Or maybe this is all in my head.
Before Peggy and I got together, I always thought that getting that first girlfriend would be the hardest. If, for some reason, it didn’t work out, at least I would have the confidence of knowing that there is someone out there that at least at a certain point in time valued me, a market for my goods does exist (so to speak), and that things would be easier from there on out.
Not so. I’m still the same awkward neurotic lump as ever. Yay! This is my cue to take a page from Homer’s page and threaten to stab my brain with a Q-Tip.