golden
The object of the game was simple: win, nothing else. But how quickly the rules blur when hearts and minds get involved! I could no longer remember what was mine, or his, or anything else. I had lost all notion of my former self, not to mention the rules of the silly game.
My friend is a "person who cooks." I am a "person who grabs random things to stay alive." I want to be a person who cooks, but life is hard, and cooking is hard. So, no cooking for me. But cooking is an art, like conversation, or painting, or life in general.
The ego controls you. You might not think it does, but a small slight to the ego and something is changed forever. Ego can ruin you- be careful. Live free.
I've never understood the purpose. It was not fun for everyone as promised and everyone hated it.