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When I was learning to play board games and card games I always lost.
I.
Always.
LOST.
No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much effort I put into it
I.
Always.
LOST.
The crazy thing is, I kept getting board game and decks of cards for birthday presents and Christmas presents and it was a joke because when my family set the game up anyone could predicate that
I.
Was.
Going.
To.
LOSE.
This little note about me was as predictable and it was a solid stone cold fact that when we went out for a meal my baby sister would always spill her drink.
Every.
Single.
Time.
The Sun will rise, the Moon will set, the planets will twirl.
And
I will always lose at games.
After years of never wining a
Single.
Solitary.
Game.
I refused to play games anymore.
Because
I
Was.
Always.
Going.
To Lose.
I
Think
I have learned a
lesson- whether it was a good lesson or a bad lesson isn’t the point because in the end
the epitaph on any tombstone will say that
She.
Never.
Played Games.
This is not such a bad way to be remembered.
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Daily Addictions Prompt: PREDICT
