Players and Ex-Players

A few weeks ago, I met an “ex-player” who eventually started to like me. Whether this is true or not, I can’t tell at all. How do I know that he is still a player but using the title of an “ex-player” to play? In any case, I am constantly reminded that there is no need to be concerned with him because I already have a boyfriend. And I, wholeheartedly agree that I must devote myself to my boyfriend as he has devoted himself to me. A bit of drama happened here and there but the purpose of my entry today is to debate what separates a player and an ex-player.

You may think that an ex-player would stop playing once he’s experienced love. I have found evidence that players are capable of possessing both a lover they need and lovers they want. If they found out, the guy would only have to say “I want them but I need you.” Then there would be a question of his happiness being stripped from him because men apparently cannot practice abstinence according to him. The good girlfriend would probably not want to “strip” his happiness and remain with him. Of course, those girlfriends are probably dumb. Players also come in two types: successful and unsuccessful. These players take up a large percentage of men apparently. There is rarely a grey area. If you are a player, you either play a girl for whatever reason, be it lust or pity, or you have no girls. Both are equally desperate people in heart and usually take it to great lengths to build strong relationships with girls, hopefully acquiring a good catch. To prevent being played is impossible. Love itself is a risk.

As for female players, they are sneakier than male players. It’s really hard to identify them because women are just naturally more worrisome. Instead of taking great lengths to build relationships with men, they use their time to make sure what they say and every little step they make won’t backfire. The men will naturally come to her if she successfully displays her charm (not necessarily physical). These women don’t necessarily always dress in skimpy clothing but they can come in all forms. Females know where they stand, they normally don’t like to pursue. Women particularly want to act like diamonds sitting on the black velvet cloth, waiting for someone to pick them up and cherish them forever. Female players achieve this, receiving gifts from every direction. Like male players, there are obviously the successful and the unsuccessful. The successful female players are those who attract men with high credentials while the unsuccessful attract men who are simply allured by the natural female charm. It is possibly more difficult to spot female players in society.

Many women get raped these days and I have no doubt about it. I generally think the people I meet are safe but it is always better to be careful especially in unfamiliar surroundings. However, because of the fact that a higher percentage of women are raped than men raped, people automatically feel sympathetic towards women. Then what about the women that suck the life and money out of men within minutes? We should be feeling more sorry for these victims! After a woman is cheated, she gathers up with her girlfriends and schemes against the man. She immediately has support and is even working to take revenge! As for the men, they usually move on and think of it as only a part of life. He may also feel that it is solely his fault and stay depressed for long intervals of time. Men usually don’t like to depend on each other for emotional problems. They might talk about it for a bit but the chances are that the male victim will be alone in the end and possibly consider turning homosexual. Maybe the man will never love again? Whatever he becomes, the chances of him taking advantage of a woman he loved so dearly (and most likely, still loves) is extremely small. There is always the possibility that he turns insane and starts slaughtering people around him–including his girlfriend, or maybe just her under some dramatic circumstance. I can definitely see how it’d happen.

“Caitlin!” He calls after her, “You sodkfodsf whore!”
She turns around, letting her beautiful blonde hair swift through the air like silk. After noticing that it was him, she continues to walk away.
The man runs towards her, “Tell me it is a lie, that you didn’t cheat on me!” He takes her hand and firmly squeezes it.
The woman pulls her hand away from him, “It is as I said, you foolish fool. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Have a good life.”
He falls to his knees as she walked away from him, “You will not get away with this…” He takes out a large scythe out of thin air from behind (huh?) and dashes towards her one last time.

The End.

Anyway, the best profession in the world is to be a player especially if you have poor academics and low motivation. That’s probably the easiest way to live a prosperous life. Some of my friends may be opting to take that path; however, they may need a miracle or plastic surgery as a first step. Not saying they’re ugly but if they want to be a spouse of a rich person, it’s more likely to get a catch if you look like a celebrity. It may be good to practice playing people to learn the secrets of the human mind.

Otherwise, playing is bad. If you’re an ex-player, don’t keep saying it because then it’s just suspicious. That’s all for tonight. Time to turn in for bed. I can’t promise any entries until I get time on my hands to think about the deep wonders of life. I apologize.