If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you might remember the one in which I used an elaborate analogy inspired by video games: [link to “+10 Peace of Mind”, 19 June]. Well, here goes another one.
If you’re a gamer, you may have played something in which you think you know from the very start what was going on. Your mission is clear. And then, at some point, you realize that the situation is very different. (Of course, this template exists in other venues of storytelling.) See, e.g.: BioShock, some of the Final Fantasys, COD: Black Ops, and a million others. So that’s what happened to me this weekend.
This whole time, I have been gearing up to present a well-reasoned, passionate, human argument for supporting R74, delivered to “likely voters”, as polls say, and tailored to each person’s specific concerns. But no. Turns out I will be arguing for this not to detached responsible citizens, but to a family that has suddenly gone wedding-mad.
It might help me. Perhaps I will be able to explain the twisting feeling in my stomach yesterday, as our family lunch turned into a wedding expo, complete with scrapbooks and invitation templates and prospective color samples. I have been to weddings before; I’ve even been in a few. But I’ve never been asked to help with the planning stages. I guess it’s easier to show up and sit quietly, or show up and stand in the right place, than to be faced with the details — or it is for me, anyway. Maybe because I didn’t really think about it, or told myself not to. It was one afternoon I’d have to get through. This is not an afternoon. This is the next year. And for the next few months, anyway, I think it’ll be pretty hard. I nearly threw up when they started discussing the minutiae of obtaining a license.
I hope I can turn this around and use it to help explain why they should vote for R74. I still think they may not quite get it, because I can always marry a man, haha!, but maybe I can point out that if past history is any predictor (is it? who knows?) that’s incredibly unlikely. And anyway, that isn’t the point. The point is that this weekend I (completely cluelessly) helped someone pick out the color of their flowers. And everyone should be picking out flowers, so to speak, if they want.
So yesterday, thrown for a loop, I said nothing. The reconnaissance mission was successful, though: I now know this is going to be different, and perhaps harder, terrain than I thought. Good thing I got the willpower bonus at level 14.
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