Do you ever feel like your life is an embodiment of the game,
“Kill-Fuck-Marry”?
For the select few who may have never had the honor of playing the
ubiquitous game of “Kill-Fuck-Marry,” the rules go like this: You and a few of
your cohorts name three individuals—either real or fictional—who, under
whatever circumstance, you’d rather kill, f*ck or marry. Each of you takes
turns stating your choices, assigning each of the three individuals one of the
said options.
Fun stuff.
Now, how is this applicable to real life? Well, I don’t know about
you, but at any given point it seems as though there is at least one guy I wish
wasn’t breathing the sparse amount of good air left on this planet (Kill him!),
one guy I’ve been crushing on for years who, at ANY time he wanted, could get
it (Fuck him!), and finally the guy who is the prototype; you know, the one you
want to take home to momma (Marry him!).
Of course, nothing is ever that simple.
Usually, life goes like this: The person I should want to kill is
the person who could likely get me to drop my draws at their volition. The
person I should probably be marrying is the person I hope drowns in quicksand
because they’re overly persistent, and the person that you’re just sleeping
with, but haven’t made your significant other is the person you should actually
be calling wifey.
And so it goes.
Why is it that things are never as easy as we want them to be? If
we parse each of the above scenarios I laid out, there usually is a method to
our madness.
N*ggas ain’t Sh*t, but We Fall Victim to Their
Sh*t
How many times have we lamented the fact that the guy who actually
has our attention is nothing more than a glorified jerk? And, yet, we
continually come back for more, seemingly with hopes to satisfy our inner
masochist. Why is it that so many of us have a proclivity for emotionally
unavailable individuals?
Nobody’s story is the same, but I think this is often the case of
us not being able to reconcile optimism and realism. In other words, we know
what we want, yet have a hard time eschewing what we want for
what we really need. In a perfect world, the two would overlap, but
as we know all too well, perfection comes in rare, often discrete doses.
Recognize, though, that the things (and guys) we don’t need are
typically bountiful, and that it’s ultimately in our best interest to sift
through the doo-doo.
I know, I know…easier said than done.
Say it with me: The first step to recovery is admitting you have a
problem…
Please Stop Texting Me…
We’ve all been here before. There’s a nice guy we met, gave our
number to and subsequently wished that somebody had flown in and slapped the
shit out of us before we decided to drop our digits. Alas, the latter didn’t
happen and now we’re forced to stave off constant passes from someone whom we’d
hope would get the Blu Cantrell treatment, and disappear.
The catch: on paper, these are usually the guys we should want,
insofar as they have the “checklist” traits that we claim to want: good jobs,
intelligence, stability, etc. Nevertheless, we still find castration a better
alternative to getting with one of these guys. Why is this?
Oftentimes, many of us enjoy a game of cat and mouse—if it involves
someone we want to catch us. But why wouldn’t we want one of these guys to
catch us?
Sadly, I think most of us have a penchant for succumbing to our
vices. After all, we’re human. Also, I hear a lot of guys equate persistence
with lameness. OK, and yet we still gravitate to the douchebag that doesn’t
care to see us with the lights on.
Masochism is real, you guys.
Friends with Benefits: Stuck in Neutral
Two guys really like each other. They thoroughly enjoy each other’s
company, text each other constantly and couldn’t imagine not being a part of
each other’s lives. Be that as it may, they haven’t made it “official,” nor are
there any plans to take that leap in the foreseeable future. When their friends
ask why they won’t just become an item, each of them doles out the typical
tautologies:
“It is what it is.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“Whatever happens, happens.”
Blah, blah and blah.
For at the end of the day, if two parties want to be together,
they’ll be together. I’m sure few people would argue that the malignancy of
being complacent. If shifting gears isn’t an option, perhaps it’s time for a
new ride, both literally and figuratively speaking.
And if you know for a fact that you have something good, don’t let
complacency ruin it.
If you don’t take advantage, somebody else certainly will.
Play the Game—Practice Makes Better
“Kill-F*ck-Marry” may be a harmless
game we all played back in high school or in the college dining halls, but I’d
contest that there is quite a bit we can learn from this game. By no means am I
espousing giving anyone the “Fatal Attraction” treatment (I’m not that crazy),
condoning promiscuity or beseeching anyone to walk down the aisle next week.
However, I think drawing some comparisons can help to put into perspective the
roles we are allowing certain individuals to play in our lives.
They don’t call it the game of life for nothing.
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