No Laughing Matter

maybe its time to change the title of my life.. coz this ones getting bad reviews, and they're all coming from me. just when i truly thought i understood how things worked, how logic plays a part in everything, god throws a curve ball and basic knowledge and experience go out the window.

try to follow along coz i get really vague and abstract sometimes.. but i assure you, it'll all make sense in one way, shape or form.

i think relationships should be a sport. theres one player on each opposing team. now bear with me coz im making this up as i go along.. its, ahem, "funner" that way.. funner not being a real word. yes folks, its not. i think the sport of relationship should be THE most brutal game ever devised.. not physically though, more on an emotional level.. because stress levels with emotion are even more difficult to comprehend than normal - i've been working all day stress. the game would be part reality tv show and part table tennis. full contact table tennis. no, never mind, i totally cant come up with a way to explain that right now. okay, so just normal table tennis. the reality tv end of it would start with qualifying.. only qualifications are that you be a couple and that from your points of view, your relationship is a good one. game starts off with questions like, pet peeves.. and moves on to more personal who was the first one type things.. and this would all be done on a polygraph so no one could lie, and if they did they'd only be caught and shocked by the opposing player. as the questions get more difficult to answer and your hair starts to smell cinged from the repeated bolts of electricity that are shot through your system, you begin to purposely tell him/her about the information that well, you swore not to tell any living soul for as long as you may live to purposely upset them more. and then its your opponents turn, same rules apply.. scores are tallied by who had to lie most etc etc. and just before the shit-giving and name-calling is allowed to hit its final climactic foul-mouthedness, the game moves on to table tennis, non-censored, all-out cuss-fest whilst trying to focus on hitting the frigging ball with a 7 inch paddle. its basically a huge mental psych-out of a game, trying to see who will break concentration first.. before its over, the players will know whether the both of them have won or lost. wow.. goddamn im good at being random. all this was just to say that break-ups suck. since im always on the receiving end of them.

i'll try and market this tomorrow.. maybe i'll come up with something a little less  dramatic and a little more coherent.