Me vs The Game

I like to think of myself as a nice, calm, relaxed type of person. I would rather observe, rather than partake in any type of situation.

I'm patient, caring and loyal to those close to me but don't play with my other side cause you'll get eaten up as my main course dinner, I don't just bite.

Tonight my other side has been dying to surface. I'm in a very bad mood and suprising as it may seem...a damn pc game is the reason.

Why?

It's absorbing my fiance!

It sneaked it's way into the house, took over BOTH the computers I have access to, possessed my fiance and his brother and I'm left with my stupid i-mate cellphone and absolutely no one to talk to.

It's not my type of game, so I can't even join in their 'fun'.

I'm lying in bed all alone and all I'm hearing is THE GAME.

No, I'm not jealous because I can't play it, I'm furious because when I try talking to Andy, he keeps his focus on THE GAME while he's pretending to listen to me. Oh he HEARS me alright, he just doesn't listen.

Then I have Johan phoning me, asking me to phone him back. I'm worried that something might be wrong with Xaynee, so I do and what does he want? He wants to know how I'm doing and when I'm coming back.

He keeps asking me whether that social worker has contacted me yet, I wonder why.