Fat children, never get the feel for playing games. Falling into this category, I know for a fact that they get stuck with the suckiest part, made fun of because they run too slow, and get picked last when it comes to choosing team mates. So rather than face embarrassment, I choose to be in the library. This, I suppose, explains why as an adult I still cannot play games.
A few days ago, I hatched a seemingly genius plan for raising more funds for my dearly beloved charity. (enter evil laugh: bwahahaha) I thought that making someone feel guilty will equal to more compensation given. But then, I realized that it's just not me. I do not have the heart to analyze and strategize each and every move. It's just too difficult! It's like running around the covered court, getting all sweaty and tired. So here I am, reading a book, saying "I quit and no thanks" to all the mind games.
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