The Game Gets Old

I've heard all those silly sayings before, "Don't hate the players, hate the game." The players and the game get old after a while, don't they?

It's the same routine, with some minor changes each time in attempt to improve upon the last relationship or dating stint. Two people meet. They talk and get to know each other. Time is shared, things are bought, questions are asked. The two introduce one another to their friends and families. Things become more intimate, physical, and sexual. A comfort, familiarity, and security sets in. There are spats, misunderstandings, arguments, and obstacles to work through. At one point or another, they become too much to handle for one party and all comes to an end.

All that time and energy spent, all that was shared, all the good times and bad put the two right back out on the market where they started prior to dating. Not only that, but it takes a while to get over the relationship. It doesn't just happen overnight to get over all the time and energy that was spent on a person. It takes a while to build up that strength and motivation to put yourself back out on the market again. Then the cycle starts all over again.

There are times I'd like to know how far along into the game I am. Is it still the second quarter? Halftime? Will there be an announcement for the two-minute warning? When will it be time to sit on the bench? To start? To backup? To go for the jugular? To play defense? To play conservative?

That's what makes the game so interesting I suppose. It's unpredictable and you never know what the next play call is going to be. But, playing the same game time in and time out gets to be a bit old, and it's come to the point where I almost want to know before hand if the game is going to be a winner, loser, or a draw.