It's a psychological game. I was glad to be lucky enought to know before hand but I still couldn't detach myself from the uncomfortable feeling of pre-sumed " I am ok; you are not ok."
Game is fun. I like to play it too. But when you are involved and engaged in it, it often demands you to identify the winner and loser when it's "your" or " my" game.
So " you" invited me to " your" meeting game-a game you set up and in order to pre-sume your " winner"status, you ask "strong" allies to stand by and have your script ready.
You commaded the drama to start by sending you " ally" to preach about the right and wrong and draw a clear line and induce me to choose a side. Stupid as I was, I couldn't understand your statement; Lucky enought, my stupidness allowed me to gain insight into "your" trick. But I fell and already, my heart and my mind started to dance with your words and sounds. Each nerve in my body was tinkered with your utterance. It froze my mind in the cell of anxiety. I fell for your gestured sincerity. I fell for your unfashionable sarcasm. BUT I still didn't want to game. Because we can still move on and have fun downd the road without gaming in your game.
To the unfasionable mumble designers.
