The Game people play

Sometimes, imagine this- you are walking down the street. NOw you KNOW THERE IS SOMEONE behind you because you HEAR their FOOTSTEPS. So you say to yourself. WELL: ROCKY. now you have to make the "AGE OLD" decision and that is weather should you SPEED UP YOUR WALKING TEMPO. or conversly Slow it down. So you say to yourself. NO ONE PASSES ME: NOT WHILE I"M WALKIN!!!!! ha ha! you say. as you speed up the temp and assure yourself of worldwide supremacy.

And just when you think you are home free- here come the **)# footsteps once again. I mean- just "What" is the person tryiing to prove and + I DO not appreciate Stalkers. SO you say to (inside your head, not out loud). OK "Friend" you want to play eh? and you take it up one more notch. Of course this freak stays with you as if he is DESPAREATLEy Trying to prove some silly trifling little point at your expense. So finally. Guess what you psychopathhic stalking homicidal maniac (mind you, you still haven't shown your utter weakness by looking back yet, not at least you still have that part of your dignity) you say FINE. you want to play games with me. Lets play. Go ahead and pass me if it really matters all that much to you. So you put on the old BRAKES. and now this fool does the same thing. and They are REALLY TESTING YOU LIMITS NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What do you want to do follow me by 4 feet all day long. You are getting a SEVERE ITCH! to turn around and look at what type of person would be capable of such behaviour. Inside your head you are saying. Im goonna turn around IM GOONNA TURN AROUND ()()IM GONNA DO IT!!!!!*#&$*(#&(*#$&%*&#*(%&#*%&%*#&*(. and then what do you know the person stops and goes into a doorway. It looks like they won the battle. THIS TIME
Rocky