It's funny. When I was a kid I loved nothing more than playing video games. As I grew up I realized there was so much more to life than playing games. Amazingly I had a great life, but felt like I wanted to play the dating game again. However, I now realize that I have no desire to play any games in my life. Games truly are for kids. I have played the dating game for three years now and have once again realized there is so much more to life. Unfortunately, unlike a video game I have realized that you cannot turn off this game and escape to the reality I know exists out in the world. You must master every level of the dating game to end it. I have played the first parts of this game so frequently I can navigate it with my with my eyes closed. Unfortunately, I never make it to the next level no matter how much I want to. But I feel I am keeping myself from winning. As I play the game I cling to hope, hope that I may someday be able to turn the game off, and repair the life I ruined when I chose to embark on the heartwrenching dreadful game. Unfortunately, I have little to no control at moving forwards or backwards into the game or out of it.

I know this is a large metaphor, but my life seems like a path mirroring so many metaphors lately.

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Taylor Swift - Christmases when you were mine.

Please take down the misletoe
Cause I don't wanna think about that right now
Cause everything I want is miles away
In a snow covered little town
My momma's in the kitchen, worrying about me
Season's greetings, hope you're well
Well I'm doing alright
If you were wondering
Lately I can never tell

I know this shouldn't be a lonely time
But there were Christmases when you were mine

I've been doing fine without you, really
Up until the nights got cold
And everybody's here, except you, baby
Seems like everyone's got someone to hold

But for me it's just a lonely time
Cause there were Christmases when you were mine

Merry Christmas everybody
That'll have to be something I just say this year
I'll bet you got your mom another sweater
And were your cousins late again
When you were putting up the lights this year
Did you notice one less pair of hands

I know this shouldn't be a lonely time
But there were Christmases when I didn't wonder how you are tonight
Cause there were Christmases when you were mine

You were mine


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