I'm Not Mario!

Lately this life and the people in it have made me feel like I am participating in some kind of crazy and incredibly evil game. The rules are somewhat like this: there is only one level to be completed. You can walk calmly or you can run like crazy; up to you. The only nasty thing is that you can only run one way. Once you've taken a step you can not take one back. Along the way you will encounter many goodies, and many meanies. You have to embrace the goodies and profit from the benefits they might give to you. You have to eliminate the meanies. Once you've eliminated a meanie, you may find out that it was actually a goodie later. Too bad; no time for feelings of guilt. You have to go find the things you need to stay alive(let's say, the yellow stars), before the screen starts beeping and telling you your energy is running low. If you run into any other players(and trust me, you will), you have to run and grab the yellow stars before they do. If you're late, the one who got there before you did will take them all. Kill the other players if you have to. You do not share. You will only be taken advantage of. You do not use the word "teamwork", for the same reason. You'd better play by the rules; it's for your own good. For every attempt to save someone, another one will die. If you do not play by the rules you will only suffer for the other players. Last but not least: you have only one life. No bonus lives to be gained. Once you're dead, you're dead. Seems frightening, but it's damn hard to die. Everytime you think you've reached the bottom and expect to see the "Game Over" screen any time, don't be optimistic. There's always a new understanding of the word low.

Well, you know what? I am sick of playing this game. I am sick of having to hurt others for the sake of my own mental state. I am sick of being punished for trying to be kind. I am sick of having to figure out who's the goodie and who's the meanie. I am going to curl up on the couch and read, with a cup of coffee and some chocolate chip cookies. I am going to spend my life wandering around in worlds that might not belong to me, but that are way better than this stupid little game. Cursed be the sickminded idiot who invented it and forgot the "exit game" button(and no, I did not just curse God. He did not order us to make our society work this way). Blessed be the world of my imagination. Geez, I wonder what happens once I run into Bowser.


JojaRodenaLente JojaRodenaLente
18-21, F
1 Response Mar 6, 2009

You are so right. That's what I'm feeling now. Like I'm going through the Tunnel of Horrors at an amusement park or something. That people, scary people, pop out and the boat turns suddenly and shocks me. I can tell you are much younger than me - my analogy is so olde worlde compared to yours - but I get what you are saying. At work I'm told to do things that hurt other people but the other people aren't allowed to know it isn't my idea to treat them that way. A man I've fallen in love with flaunts loud phone calls to his girlfriend as if to spite me (I'm sure he knows how I feel, so why be so cruel, even if he isn't interested). I cannot be myself because my self is too unusual for them to tolerate and because there are only seven of us, rather than being like a big family, it is the nastiest little clique I've ever been a part of. And it's a charity organisation! They are cruel to people they perceive as not as good (or righteous, or whatever) or at least not the same as they are. It's horrible. I don't want to play. I don't want to socialise. I will not talk to that man about anything other than work again and that's that. Finito. Choc chip cookies and a book. That's it.