It's kind of sad
actually. Some people play games
themselves, some play because they enjoy
it. Some play games just to blow some time
comes along to do.
Me? I played solitaire every chance I could, waiting for someone to ask me if I was winning.
I'd play at the cafeteria table at lunch. At a study table in the library. Waiting for people to get out of my room for my next class? I'd play in the hall.
I really hate solitaire. I don't think I did back then, but I certainly hate it now. Shuffling and dealing, finding out you've got a bad hand within a single round and having to do it all over again. I began to think I'd be better off letting my brain atrophy by watching the linoleum peel.
Finally after all my hard work, I heard someone say
"You're always playing that. Are you winning?"
and finally, after a year, I was able to reply back with a straight face and a deadpan stare
"It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, just as long as you get to play with yourself."
She high-tailed it out of there pretty quick without saying a word. I packed up my deck, put it in its box, and tossed it in the garbage.
My mission was complete. I didn't need it anymore.