|They Cut The Thread, And Hercules Fell
||[Mar. 4th, 2009|12:52 am]
Title: They Cut The Thread, And Hercules Fell
Prompts used: sentence ("Do you really know me? I might be a god.")
I hate "Getting To Know You" games. They're never productive. I never learn anything from them that I wouldn't have found out in a short conversation to avoid awkward silences. I understand that these games exist to break the ice (and avoid those same unnatural pauses), but, after awhile, I know the tricks. Take only one piece of candy (or toilet paper, or whatever they're passing around these days), and you only have to share one thing (like what year in school you are). Faced with a question that requires some actual thought? Answer vaguely, or just make something up. Most of these people won't remember your face or your email address, even though it's written on their piece of construction paper. One time, I want someone to throw convention to the wind and make up a game that you actually have to think about, and has some semblance of fun, because I'm tired of rattling off demographic information like a lifeline to human connections.
I'd scream, "Do you know me? Do you really know me? Because I might be a god, looking for a little fun in my eternal existence. I might be a unicorn trainer that took a wrong turn where the paths forked in the woods. I might be your vigilante superhero, equipped with devices to save you from falling off the roof. I might be the last person you see before your eyes close forever." But it would fall on ears walking away for their cliques that know them, that get them, that just might be their only glimpse of normality that walks on two legs, and I wouldn't want to question their thread to sanity.