tamccafferty92
Solitaire is a game where you make patterns, matches, lining up two conflicting colors to make a list of bright black, red, black, red. I can never personally win, but I love the conflict coming together to make something nice.
Looking up on the shelf lining the perimeter of my room, seeing all those trophies glinting in the light should make me happy. Spending all this time working to get the best. The best? Those trophies are silly monuments of fake metal and plastic. How is that the best? I don't feel satisfied, I just feel empty. Why did I waste so much of my time? What other great things could I have done in the meantime?
Mean. I think about meanings all the time. The obvious connotation that would come from seeing the word would be bullies, that bitch in middle school or your third grade teacher, but not me. I think of meanings. What do I mean to people? What do they mean to me?