I was irritated...with them...and then of course my cycle which stood there nonchalantly with a deflated tyre. So I had to walk. At least it wasn't raining. So I walked with earphones plugged in my ears listening to some obscure song you only get to hear on the radio. For some reason,I have no clue now as to what that reason was, I looked up. I could see patches of blue sky through the canopy above. The sunlight, filtering through the leaves caught my eyes. In that moment, that irritation finally passed. I realised I should do what I should do and not something else just 'cause someone else was doing it. If it makes me feel better I should not stop myself. After all I have always been spontaneous right? Doesn't matter that I have got more shit in return (pardon the language). I should keep doing what I do best.
Game theory doesn't work for me. I have been the 'forgiving sucker' in all the games...
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Then was I thoughtful;
When the rusty winds blew past me,
When the lusty waves shattered the cosy coasts,
When the burden of solitude pounced heavily,
And to follow me, was only my shadow
My sole companion!
Then was I thoughtful.
By those sandy beaches I have walked
I now know how the pebbles smell,
I know how the bulky snails
Walk along the sun-dried coasts,
I know how the sinewy waves drown the spent swimmers!
By all the long roads I have walked
I know how the street lights dazzle,
And how under the flickering stars
The boy reads his lessons.
I know how in the gloom of the dark night
The arrogant, derelict lover
Sheds her tears!
By all the pavements I have crawled
I know how my own men
Groaning, unclothed, unsheltered
Live their lives in that solitary drudgery!
But I still walk by, I do not stop by!
May be, what I now see is the real world,
What I knew was a delusion.
But is the world so uncouth?
I was thoughtful then,
I am thoughtful still.
Game Theory is man's way of explaining why things happened and are happening the way they are. Its more of a "Best Fit".
But no-friggin-one says its 'the' fit.
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