And so the game continues

I'm sitting here on the phone at 3:37 am. Sitting here listening to dead air. Absolutely sick to my stomach. Damn me and my nervous stomach. Every time something iffy in my life happens I get this nervous stomach and BAM I'm hugging the floor of the bathroom. I blame my mother for this, she gets the same stomach problems.

If there is one thing I can not stand it is the thing I am most guilty of doing: hanging up on someone. So I'm sitting here. At 3:41 am. Still listening to dead air as this particular person knows how much the act of slamming the phone in my ear gets to me. What will I do? Oh nothing. Just listen to this lovely dead air...

What is it about being young that causes us to turn everything into a dramatic spectacle? It's like we all think we're on reality TV and have to perform to keep our ratings up. I once wrote a blog about how men and woman are constantly playing "the game." The infamous game where things have to be strategically played until one finally gives up and waves the white flag.

Well what happens when you're tired of playing the game? Yes. I am always up for a rousing game of Taboo or Cranium, but I am sick (literally) and tired of playing THIS game. Why is it that two people can't just have a conversation, compromise and prioritize?

The Rolling Stones taught me that I "can't always get what I want," but Janis Joplin (RIP) made an excellent point when she said, "Don't compromise yourself. You're all you've got."

So where is the happy medium?

What if there is no solution? What if you are absolutely FORCED to play the game until you either a.) compromise yourself or b.) give up altogether. Why is there no option c???

In my situation, it seems I am stuck. In the past relationships I have endured (I say "endure" for good reason, mind you), I have learned that some things come down to principle. Some people will not sacrifice because they truly believe what they want is superior to whatever connection exists between them and their significant other. Some people want what they want, and they're not letting anyone get in their way, yet they want everyone to go along with it too.

So in essence, to have one's cake and eat it too. Well... I'm always up for some cake, but this is one slice of German Chocolate I just don't have the stomach for.

While I like to believe in happy endings, I'm not sure I see one in sight. Sometimes we grow wary of playing the game... perhaps I'm getting old... or perhaps this is just me evolving... either way, will the game ever end? Or will it be like Monopoly and drag on until you're so frustrated you just throw the board across the room and move on?

Maybe I'm going quote-happy here, but Thomas Jefferson once said, "On matters of current, go with the flow, but on matters of principle, stand like a rock."

Rock on.