Life is a game. What are you playing?
For me, life is a prisoner’s dilemma. But I was too naive to know I was playing. [SIZE=“1”](I won.)[/SIZE]
What about you? Is life a gamble? (hey, I was naive, not stupid) Maybe, you’re the one who bet it all on an invention. I remember that American Inventor show that had a guy who put thousands of dollars into his invention. Not me. You?? Or maybe you’ve been dealt a bad hand and are playing poker. How’s that turning out?
This is The Game of Life.
Yep, it’s mostly all about cellular automatons.
I thought this was going to be about that childhood board game where one ended up in either the Poor Farm or Millionaire Acres.
If life is a game, then I lost.
God, I loved that game when I was a kid. If you wound up rich you got a yacht. caviar, and champagne for breakfast. I always wondered what the hell you would want with a yacht for breakfast.
Fiber, mostly.
Life is like Monopoly, and I want the Railroads.
If it’s an RPG then I’ve spent 46 years trying to roll a decent character and still haven’t rolled one I’ve liked.
Life is a game. Unfortunately a game of Russian roulette. Click!
I’m only playing if we get one of those spinner things. Let me look for one . . .
Here we go!
Yeah, I’m going with Monopoly too. You know how after you’ve been playing for three hours and your ex-friend has all the good spots loaded up with big red hotels and the only thing you got left is Baltic and Mediterranean and you know you are going to go under eventually but you keep playing with the hope that you’ll be able to make it one more round? You know how it starts to feel tempting just to go sit in jail for a little while just so you can take a break from the rat race? That about sums it up.
