It’s funny getting blatantly hit on. This post is a segue from a few posts ago. It’s only funny, because I’ve been so oblivious to it ever happening before. When your interest lies with someone else, the universe will send out the test here and there to make sure you’re on your A-Game. I’m not talking about expertise pimpin’ abilities, which is the complete opposite of this post, but this the A-game in regard to being honest and truthful with yourself and others around you. However, one’s A-Game can be misconstrued.
This music is going to drive you nuts in exactly one minute … OK, maybe 30 seconds.
For all you gamers out there, and players are included, do you remember this Donkey Kong Classics compilation for the original Nintendo Entertainment System (NES)? The 1988 package included Donkey Kong and Donkey Kong Jr., giving the player the opportunity to drop whatever primate (Mario or DK) from the top of a steel building frame (at what seems to be at a construction site … supposedly). DKJ gets his revenge or Mario rescues and falls in love with his dame, Pauline, who is captured by the irate ape, which is taking after his great grandfather, King Kong.
That’s right, folks. This woman in distress is not the elusive and trouble making Princess Peach. When Mario found out that Pauline was not a redhead, but a brunette, he lost interest. Pauline was deemed “too Italian” for his liking, and she reminded him too much of his mother. So, Mario, in a state of despair and feeling duped, decided to let DK and Junior go, and ran away to a commune. This is where he met Princess Peach, decided he enjoyed buxom blondes, and began taking peyote. From then on, the trouble with Bowser is simply history.
Don’t believe me? Look at Super Mario Brothers 2. That was a dream? Psssh.
To get back on topic …
The opening screen of Donkey Kong Classics gives you the option to go with the original game or opt for the game with Junior. The next options are as follows:
It’s a metaphor for relationships.
- 1 Player Game A: You’re single, and you don’t mind it.
- 1 Player Game B: You’re single, and you’re playing the field.
- 2 Player Game A: You’re in a relationship, and you love it.
- 2 Player Game B: You’re in a relationship, and you don’t give a shit about commitment.
Aside Game A being less difficult that Game B, the essence is the irony of life being opposite, not being as easy as we hope it would be at times.
What do I mean?
When you were in college or in your prime, you’re supposed A-Game could have been to nab as many women as you could. When you go out to the bars, you’d make sure you’d have your A-Game to pick up said women and obtain said numbers, and this would be clouded by that awful and overabundant inexpensive body spray or cologne that the commercials tell you is so awesome. Yeah, gentlemen — gentlemen, ha! — you’d take a different girl home night-after-night, but that very well could be the result of alcohol consumption on both of your parts. So you’re supposed A-Game is basically a B-game, “B” as in “Bastard,” since you’re out for yourself, numbers instead of keepers, and getting off on the overall excitement of being able to do so when not being tied down.
Moving forward. Next thing you know, you’re bored in the relationship you are in. You start hitting on other women before you break up. Why? You’re only putting yourself in a worse position. Just cut the cord. Is that so difficult? But cutting that relationship too quickly is flight rather than fight, striving to keep something that was once good going longer and stronger. This can only showcase your lack of confidence and highlighting that delusion that you can have any woman that you want. You’re 10 months deep with some lovely lady, but you slip tha cocktail waitress your number one night. No. Your “still having it” — this announcement is followed by personal cartoon laughter and high-fives — cannot equal or parallel the abstaining from that temptation.
When it comes down to it, settling and raising a family is the greatest desire and part of a grand success. Sure you could make a shit-ton of money and having your way with different women every week — to each their own, whatever makes you happy — but what have you got when all your closest friends are enjoying their time being settled with one woman and raising a few kids?
Cheating is not an option in the concept of monogamy.
The settling part is for me. Frankly, yeah, it’s going to be difficult, but that’s how we get the most enjoyment out of life. We work at something for such a long time before the metaphorical fever breaks and success is achieved. We feel awesome with such accomplishments.
The last time I knew, an A-Game referred to performing to the best to one’s ability, sticking to your guns, rising above negative and difficult situations. The A-Game is not only looking out for the best for yourself, but for your family and friends. It’s about taking the difficult route, and giving it your all while falling down a few times. With all the crazy violence that seems to be happening more often than not, your eyes and ears have to be open in case shit goes down. You have to be honest with yourself and others for an A-Game to shine. You have to cry and you have to bleed a little bit. You have to fight to the very end.
Life is not a game, but you do have choices to make.
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald