Let’s Play a Game

June 17, 2021 4:32 am Published by EverEden Leave your thoughts

 

My friend bought a card game

– one of those you play where you’re drunk and you ate a huge meal with your friends…and you’re hoping to sober up so you can GTFO and drive home to bed. It’s icebreaker stuff, questions to find out the inner workings of your peers. The type of questions she and I ask directly and then get shocked when people are taken aback. I can tell a lot about you from the time you drank too much and lay in the road, or the time you wished you could fly. Small talk = meh.

We were in a shop she likes that sells ugly clothes for hundreds of dollars. I finally saw something that looked okay, after following her around and complaining about all the products. It was a dress. It was plain, white linen with a couple of large tortoiseshell buttons on the chest. The style was cute. When I turned the price tag over…it said $329. That’s it, I was done trying to be open-minded.

I found my friend and she had found the card game. She grabbed a card from the display set to ask me a question; “Have you ever been asked what you are thinking by someone you were thinking about getting away from?”  The answer was yes. I was surprised I was able to answer right away and tell her the story.

Maybe because it happened about 13 years ago and I still feel terrible about it. I’m sorry, Vivek! (*will write about that another time.,)

This was the question she sent me when she went home…

 

The answer is yes.

IKR. Me…thinking about being athletic in any capacity.

Before kickboxing and jiujitsu, I was content with books, writing, art and sitting around on my ass, eating chicken. But when I was young, I HAD DREAMS, MAN!

The last couple of years since meeting CC, I came to realise that ICE hockey is (apparently) just called “HOCKEY.” And what we played in school is “Field hockey.” When I was a lot younger, I was into hockey. We played Minkey, a modified version of hockey, made for kids. I’ve read it’s for very young kids but we played it all through to high school. I fucking loved it. And I was, to my surprise, actually good at it. We had a steady rise to the top of the local school hockey battles and our team composition was great.  I was always on the field and never a “reserve,” unless I got injured or was told to rest for a few mins. Other school girl’s teams were scared of me, my reputation preceded me because my defence was usually impenetrable! Muahahaaaa!!

We played all the riff-raff public schools in the area (like our own) but there was one school that was a little more classy. I don’t know how or why but maybe because their school was actually named after the suburb we were in and their uniform consisted of blues and calming colours…whereas ours was “Gold” (shitty warm yellow) and Maroon, which everyone (including teachers) used to call MARONE. Maybe because of the accent? I think the aforementioned school was as classy as you could get in a rundown, ghetto-like area with a bad reputation.

They practically always won. And when they didn’t win against us, (RARE), by the time our teams both played everyone else at the carnival/game day, we would be head-to-head in the final and then they’d kick our ass. They were difficult to play. They were fast, up around midfield, so by the time the ball came down my end, it arrived with a lot of confusion, bodies, sly passes and more.  My mistakes were silly and few, and whoever my defence partner was usually not as invested as I was.

The next Olympics were a few years away. My fitness had increased, my confidence (still minuscule) was slightly better because I knew people were relying on me and I could handle it. I was one of the best on the team! I thought it would be fun and also a challenge to become good enough to make an Olympic team. It would come out of left field (haha where I used to play) and probably surprise some people that I was able to do a sport well, and that I really liked it! I had a few years to get to a high level and I’d scrape through to be old enough to compete by then.

I don’t know what happened to that particular dream. I was very serious about it for a little while. I wanted to join hockey clubs and train hard, and start my climb. I think it’s amazing that some children are given the space to believe they can become anything if they put in the work and really want it. I didn’t think about the cost etc, the way an adult would weigh up the details. I thought I’d figure that part out along the way. What a lovely way to think, and one that has only slightly left my thought process lol

I can’t remember when I changed my mind or thought that it was too hard to achieve. It would have been around the time I wrote my first trilogy called “To the Woodshed.” Maybe I found something I liked more. Who knows?

 

 

TLDR:

*I used to want to play hockey at the Olympics.

*My friend bought an icebreaker game that doubles as a writer’s block crutch.

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