Games are meant to be played out of fun and leisure. Get a group together for some monopoly, ask your dad to play a game of chess, playfully compete with your best friend at a game of beer pong. Things of that nature.
Games shouldn't be played to hurt someone - wouldn't a game be considered ironic if that was the case? Hurtful games involving emotions and unkind doings are just...sOoOoOo not nice. Mind games suck. They truly do. Because let's say you're dating someone. You both have been burned in the past and are trying to NOT do what you've done in the past - because getting burned one too many times sucks balls and honestly, you both don't need to go through what you've gone through before. You're both young, vivacious, weird, and pretty fucking good-looking, so you really have no time to deal with bullshit.
At the same time, dating someone new is where a game, like chess, begins to be set up. They're organizing their pieces on the board as you do the same thing. Dating is strategic. It should be fun and exciting but it no way shape or form are you going to make yourself vulnerable to someone who you consider a rival in the beginning.
You show them your moves and they counterattack. It's a back and forth of impressing, showing up, and a little flirting with some friends to show them, "Hey, you're not the only important one here." But there comes a time in this whole dating "thing" you're both trying to figure out when the games just become a bit too much. Are they seriously needed after the many times you've hung out? You've already established a liking to hanging out with this person, you two talk frequently, you "like" each other's Facebook lives, and so forth.
But do you have the courage to say the games need to stop? Absolutely not. You still don't know where they stand and they don't know where you stand either. You refrain from communicating too much as to not be considered a bother to the other party. You lay a little low but still hope they contact you. And they're probably thinking the same thing - but what sucks is that you. just. don't. know.
You're both playing the game. You both want to win without giving in. It sucks because what if the game never ends and this "thing" doesn't go anywhere? You're at a loss. You ask your friends for advice and take it but at the same time you can't stand this "silence." You want to contact this person but tell yourself "Nay, nay put the phone down, bitch." You get cranky and try to counterattack with cool weekend Facebook recaps. Give me a fucking break - you both are miserable. But not really because you have great groups of friends that can hopefully distract you from this person. Trivia night? Hell yeah, I'm down. Anything to get my mind off hearing from this person I'm kinda-sorta-probably-dating (which would be great to say I am dating this person if we could just fucking communicate like we used to!).
There comes a point where one of you has to give in just a wittle bit. And I consider whoever that is to be the brave one. And I give many props for doing so. It ends the silence (hopefully), re-establishes interest, and assures the other party that things are in full swing. Unless they're immortal and decide "Eh, I'm over it...next!"
But either way, you take risks. You give yourself some sort of closure so you're not sitting around wondering what's going on. Even if things don't work out, you find out that they didn't work out instead of sitting around in silence, watching your hair turn gray. You're too good-looking to sit around waiting for your hair to turn gray.
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