High School Mind Games

A mind game was necessary to get through the boredom of high school, although I see it now as anything but boring.    Teenagers require a high stimulus level that they eventually outgrow.

Put yourself in the place of a 15-year-old boy who is little more than a jug full of hormones.  You are sitting in, say, English class, and Mrs. Christ is trying to drum up enthusiasm for the English humor of P.G. Wodehouse and his fictional character Jeeves.  As your eyes glaze over, they aimlessly wander around the room and fall on the hips of a girl a few seats ahead who crosses her legs under her pencil skirt.  Of course, your thoughts go to how much you would like to do her, but those thoughts go through your mind a dozen times a day.  There just isn’t enough content, not enough required thought, to overcome the boredom.  That’s when you have to start the mind game.

The game is this: Suppose you were free to do her, but you also had to do every other female in the room.  Would you?

The girl in the skirt is an obvious yes, but what about the two girls next to her?  One is hot, and the other would be tolerable.  Move on to the next row.  The first girl in that row is a real problem.  You couldn’t do it, just couldn’t.  So, back to the girl in the skirt.  By the rules of the game, you couldn’t do her, either.  Hmm, what a pity.  Back to the problem girl.  Well, maybe you could get through it somehow.

So it went throughout the entire room.  The final answer was not always yes.  If you were in Mrs. Christ’s English class, forget it.  She was the trump card.  She counted as a female, and sex with her was beyond the pale, no matter how hot the others were.

I bet you girls didn’t even realize that’s what we were thinking.  Did you add or subtract from the tally?  Don’t be so sure, you may be surprised.

But in a few years, the game lost it’s point.  The answer was always yes, no matter who was in the room.  How bad could any of them be?  Just close your eyes.  And, as Dostoevsky’s randy old Papa Karamazov would say, every woman has something beautiful about her.  The fun is in finding it.

I haven’t played that game for a long time.  Somewhere in the passing years, the answer switched to always no.  Doing even one would be a lot of work, much less the whole room.  I get bored just thinking about it.

RWalck@Verizon.net
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About Roger Walck

My reasons for writing this blog are spelled out in the posting of 10/1/2012, Montaigne's Essays. They are probably not what you think.
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