Friday, July 29, 2005

26. Play

No, I'm not talking about JLO's turd of a song here. I'm just feeling perplexed that's all. Hence this post. Seriously. I shit you not. Let me tell you why (a sign if ever of worse things to come, bail now to save yourself).

You see, I had a dream last night. Yes, a dream, ahhh, just saying it feels so blissful. A dream it was, and it brought with it a dawning, a realisation of a greater truth. Yes indeed, praise be. It was strange yet wonderful, whereupon all that was sought was found...

Yes, I had a dream...that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lo--err, hang on just one second...

Ok, so I didn't really have a dream. Sue me, I'm no MLK. It justs sounds way better than saying I've had an epiphany. You know the type, a sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something. That'll just sound waaay too bogus even for one such as myself. Don't you know that only shallow and uninteresting people use seemingly deep and profound statements to sound all wise and important? Yes, true. Indeed a fact, it is. Shit you, I not.

Right. So I was talking about being perplexed. And I was talking about having a dream/epiphany/sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something. Let's just say that a truth was revealed to me that tingled upon every single cell of my body and reverberated through the very marrow of my being. Alternatively, it could've been a case of too much gas.

It was the answer to why people do that thing that they do and just can't stop doing. You know, that thing. Correct, I'm talking about playing here. When I say play, I don't mean PS2 playing here or basketball playing here. Heck, I'm not even talking about playing with yourself here (yes, you do know who you are, please wipe those smirks off your faces). I mean play play. As in a game played by players and participated by playees. And as good 'ol Haley Joel Osment would say: And sometimes, they don't even know they're playing (notice how I smartly played around with the words here? Did you see??? By God, did you SEEEEEEE????!!!!!!! Yeeeeeee haaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!). I'm so freaking insane.

Long have I wondered why us homo sapiens feel compelled to play? Especially for us guys. Though not solely and exclusively a man's domain, playing seems more prevalent amongst the hairier of the species. And play meaning if a guy's already hooked himself up with some gal or, power to him, dude yet still feel compelled to check and perhaps sample the market for fresher goods.

And thus it was revealed to me. 'Cos it's just so damn fun. Guys hunt. Fact. It's in our genes. It's in our blood. Since the day when our ancestors clobbered that sabretooth tiger, we've always been one on the prowl, basking in the thrill of the hunt. Though dimmed by the feminist movement and political correctness, the Oprah-ness of our time if you will, it's in our natural instinct to do so. Some suppress it, some unleash it in sporadic bursts. While others, others embrace it and thus revel in it.

It's not an excuse or justification of why they play. It just is. Men will play till the final grain of the sand from the hourglass of time has fallen. When the sun goes down, d boyz come out to play...even at the risk of being found out by their mates and perhaps getting their asses dumped.

There are many types of playing, mind. Sometimes a play's not really a play. Sometimes it is, and sometimes, it could be. So when is a play really a play, and when is a play not a play but could perhaps eventually lead to a play? Let's consign those mysteries to the confines of the deep and dark bottomless abyss of never to be known questions, mortal men were not born to comprehend such deep and scary thoughts.

So do not judge, 'lest ye be judged yourself. Next time you see your pal grinding hips with some hot hoochie mama in a club even though he's six months engaged, think twice before you give him shit while sitting on that self-righteous horse of yours. Hey, it's pre-progammed in his genetic code, he can't bleeding help himself.

But I did say I was perplexed as well didn't I? Yes I was and I am and will continue to be. In men's nature it may be to play. And though knowing the cost, the price that would eventually will have to be paid (cause somehow, your chick will always find out, one way or another) why do they still do it? Is one night of humping worth losing something that could possibly be more precious than anything in the world? Screw the humping, it needn't go that far. It could be less, but with the intention of more. All roads lead to that eventually. Is it worth maybe suppressing that natural instinct in order to obtain something that could never be found even if one was to play till the end of one's days? A fair price to pay perhaps.

Sometimes the right path is the hardest path. But, it is the only path. Yeah, break me a fucking give already. Enough of all that cheesy shit. I think you catch my drift where I'm going with this. No judgement, just completely vexed with the whole thing. And I will continue to be, unless I'm visited by another dream/epiphany/sudden manifestation of the essence or meaning of something. But somehow, in this case, I just don't think it'd happen.

Dedicated to all the playees out there who're being played but don't know it, and to those who know it but willingly oblige...and to those players busy playing, and to those who want to play but can't, and most of all, to those who want to play but don't...


Anonymous said...

so which are you?

joe said...

i yam wat i yam

juggiz-due said...

wat if da player is a gal?

joe said...

same thing i guess, in the end, it's all just up to the individual i guess, in the end it's a matter of knowing that you'd have to face up to whatever comes next eh, be it good or bad, and trust me, it's mostly bad...

Ade's Ink said...

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