By the 1312542135th time you play a game and exercute the "ultra-cool-sacred-secret-special-moves" for the 2143514th time, the fanciful graphics and the feeling of awe in discovering the secret moves won't be there anymore. It'll just become something so routine, so usual and boring that you'll no longer be able to appreciate it.
Can we say the same for love?
Or like a video game, we proceed to wait for the next edition of the game to come by, play another 24125316th times to get sick of it?
How many games are there? What if you only play one type of game? And what if that type of game isn't produced anymore? Would you be stuck forever playing the last game they made and replay those games that you no longer find interesting?
Replace dating as game and Sex, that 'sacred-secret-special-move'.
Maybe we aren't meant to play with it so much and so often until we get so sick of it until nothing is secret anymore.
When everyone else around is having fun with that game, the feeling of being left out, the tiredness of having everyone telling you how fun it is, etc... >_<;;
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