Life is just a game
After reading a story in the news, I had to pause and wonder “How did they get there?” This involves an unfortunate death, of a young man, and with that youth a disregard for “the rules of the game”. There are many examples, but this one surprised me.
It involved kids playing beer pong in a basement. Happens all the time, probably. Even ends up in popular movies and other media. Only, this time, the kids substituted hard liquor for beer. Their aim was true, and the cups were emptied, quickly. The result: predictable to anyone older, but when you’re young, life is just a game.
My condolences to the family, and a shout out to any other players. Think about why it was called beer pong in the first place.
Back to watching curling (at odd times, due to time zones). I realize that each end provides a metaphor for life, in a way that other sports never manage. Will your stone go where it should, with the rules of physics superimposed? Can your team foresee what the other players will do, and will the inevitable collisions send everyone into overtime?
Had to make a rush parent taxi run at dinner hour, when son #3 signalled that he was hungry and without a lunch pail. No big deal, but the constraints of a thirty minute time slot to get home, fed and back put pressure on all involved. I know, from decades of doing it, that you can get through your lunch in record time, if you set your table beforehand. Throw in some travel, and food prep time and it just isn’t going to go well.
