A Better Player
May 2, 2008Imagine this.
You are always in control. Of your emotions. Of your choices. Of your adventures. You sleep with whoever, whenever, how ever and in which manner as it pleases you. You go out, get drunk, go home in the morning with no guilt whatsoever. You’re the main man. You guard your feelings so as not to cause any disastrous situations. Detachment is an art you have mastered even when dreaming. Hardcore.
They call you a player. An expert of some sort. You take pride in this lifestyle because with this, heartbreak is a stranger.
Now comes someone. You get fascinated. Really fascinated. Then it hits you. This being is a complete duplicate of you. Yet better at this game. Emotions are shelved somewhere. More carefree. More in control. Cockier. This person is like your mirror. Only better at this game. What do you do?
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