Break Point

Today, I have an aching elbow.


"Never fall in love with a tennis player. Love means nothing to them"

You know, when you're playing tennis with someone, a pleasant pastime for a sunny afternoon, it's good to get a little rally going. Nothing too competitive, just a few hits to and fro, keeping your mind and feet active without getting too exhausted, counting up the hits as you go. But after a while, you want to step up the game a little. It's no fun if one person is constantly missing the points, but it makes it more exciting to make the other player work a little harder, you get a kind of satisfaction from being able to get one up on them. As long as it stays just a friendly game, jovially batting it back and forth, there's no harm done. However, once you start trying to catch each other out, really slamming down the ball, whacking it way across the court, so hard they couldn't possibly try to bounce it back, or sneakily just tipping it over the edge so they don't quite see what you did, it can start to become less of a friendly banter and more of a bitter battle. It's not as fun, then. Perhaps you should stop, slow things down, be more open about the serve you're setting up, and yet, you don't want to do that because although you're not playing to win, you still want to keep score. The thing is, though, even if you do succeed, the victory isn't nearly as sweet as it should be and you wonder whether you should have put down the racket a while back, and just gone for ice-cream instead.

I'm running out of energy, but I'm not ready to stop playing the game.

Stuck in a net

On the jukebox: 3OH!3 ft. Katy Perry ~ Starstrukk