Playing The Game
Sometimes, you will have an idea so stupid, so ridiculous, that you can't help but go along with it, just because it would be funny. The beautiful thing about having friends that are just as stupid as you, however, is that they will also go along with whatever stupid idea you have, because that's what friends are for. What happened last night is one of these moments.
It all began when I was scrolling through Instagram Reels in the afternoon, before meeting up with my friends for the first night of the infamous Talloweekend. As I scrolled past reel after reel, I finally found this short video which I inexplicably found very funny. There isn't anything high-brow to it: it's just a guy singing a wrestling song. In spite of this, my low-tier sense of humor had latched onto the way the guy sang the words, and decided that I would work it into my vocabulary, if only for a night.
When I got to my friends' apartment and began preparing for the night of partying, I had suddenly gotten an idea so stupid that it was genius. Sharing my plan with Wade, we had agreed to set up a ten-minute timer that would repeat until the end of the night, and with every alarm, I would film a short video of me repeating "It's time to play the game," under the reasoning that as the night continued, the videos would get more chaotic, my performance more disheveled, and more people contributing to the cause.
Beyond this explanation, there isn't much else to comment on from this night. What started as an unfunny joke between Wade and I had eventually evolved into a group-wide public disturbance that we'd lock in for every ten minutes. Though the phrase still wasn't funny, I'd like to think that the shared experience between my friends and I still was worth remembering and embarrassing ourselves in public for.
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