Game relevance: Here's what NOT to do:
My goal with Under Siege is to account for the horrible horrible problem of being a middle aged guy trapped-- trapped I tell you--in a sea of smoking hot, obviously masturbating (because of YOU ignoring them and not manning up) sex kittens while trying to maintain my frame of alienation and distance as they chip away at my indifference. To make everything worse, all this happens in an exquisitely sunny, peaceful, health-food packed college town with major research going on that will basically save the world with genetic engineering fixing, well, just about everything. Everything is perfect but me.
My ability to approach is limited, so I don't want to put this in game as probably anyone who does the opposite of what I do will do quite well. I hold myself up more as an example of what not to do.
CURRENT STRATEGIC SITUATION:
The counter girl has one kidney, there's a very old man in those huge, cheap sunglasses they sell at drug stores to protect old peoples' eyes against the sun sitting right across from me and I'm I'm waiting for him to try and get up and exit because last time he had a lot of trouble opening the door due to the stroke having paralyzed his right side.
The cute counter girl told me about her single kidney last night because I was telling her how coffee may help to prevent Azheimers and she told me she only had one so she couldn't drink. Coffee. And it makes her hyper.
There'a very hot probably married woman behind me and to my right, a hot little Jewish? Mediterranean girl with some kind of synthetic material --oops, the very old guy is getting up and I'm going to help him because I watched him struggle last time and felt like shit for not helping.
"Heading out?" He was edging toward the door. He nodded.
Quietly, "Let me help you"
"Thank you. Pretty nice out isn't it."
"Yes, I love living in <PerfectCollegetownOf Geniuses> It's always so nice. I don't know how I'm ever going to leave."
"Then stay."
I laughed and touched him on the arm. I wanted to talk to him a while because I think loneliness is the worst part of getting old.
"Uhh... duh.
"You know, the problem with people that are right is, they're right."
So I did a good deed for today. All the women say indifferent, they would have let him stumble out the door and fall before they would have stopped studying or gotten off their MePhones.
But I still want them.
I am still under siege at Starbuck' s, trapped in a sea of snoking sex kittens and almost totally alienated from them.
I realize in a situation as stagnated as this, there is only one solution- take action, decisive action, stupid action; although it would be impossible to get your face slapped here, that would be a good starting goal.
The tight pants girl who smiled at me as soon as she came in leaves as she plays with her iPad.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notes_from_Underground
I'm under siege again, like the original paranoid conspiracy nut in Dostoyevsky's Notes From The Underground.
My goal with Under Siege is to account for the horrible horrible problem of being a middle aged guy trapped-- trapped I tell you--in a sea of smoking hot, obviously masturbating (because of YOU ignoring them and not manning up) sex kittens while trying to maintain my frame of alienation and distance as they chip away at my indifference. To make everything worse, all this happens in an exquisitely sunny, peaceful, health-food packed college town with major research going on that will basically save the world with genetic engineering fixing, well, just about everything. Everything is perfect but me.
My ability to approach is limited, so I don't want to put this in game as probably anyone who does the opposite of what I do will do quite well. I hold myself up more as an example of what not to do.
CURRENT STRATEGIC SITUATION:
The counter girl has one kidney, there's a very old man in those huge, cheap sunglasses they sell at drug stores to protect old peoples' eyes against the sun sitting right across from me and I'm I'm waiting for him to try and get up and exit because last time he had a lot of trouble opening the door due to the stroke having paralyzed his right side.
The cute counter girl told me about her single kidney last night because I was telling her how coffee may help to prevent Azheimers and she told me she only had one so she couldn't drink. Coffee. And it makes her hyper.
There'a very hot probably married woman behind me and to my right, a hot little Jewish? Mediterranean girl with some kind of synthetic material --oops, the very old guy is getting up and I'm going to help him because I watched him struggle last time and felt like shit for not helping.
"Heading out?" He was edging toward the door. He nodded.
Quietly, "Let me help you"
"Thank you. Pretty nice out isn't it."
"Yes, I love living in <PerfectCollegetownOf Geniuses> It's always so nice. I don't know how I'm ever going to leave."
"Then stay."
I laughed and touched him on the arm. I wanted to talk to him a while because I think loneliness is the worst part of getting old.
"Uhh... duh.
"You know, the problem with people that are right is, they're right."
So I did a good deed for today. All the women say indifferent, they would have let him stumble out the door and fall before they would have stopped studying or gotten off their MePhones.
But I still want them.
I am still under siege at Starbuck' s, trapped in a sea of snoking sex kittens and almost totally alienated from them.
I realize in a situation as stagnated as this, there is only one solution- take action, decisive action, stupid action; although it would be impossible to get your face slapped here, that would be a good starting goal.
The tight pants girl who smiled at me as soon as she came in leaves as she plays with her iPad.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notes_from_Underground
I'm under siege again, like the original paranoid conspiracy nut in Dostoyevsky's Notes From The Underground.