Ah, The Games Men Play

The man’s grown tired of playing PS3, and has now taken up a new hobby: airsoft. Last week, he insisted I tag along to their airsoft game. He thought I’d find it fun to shoot them while they shoot each other.

The outcome?

I spent close to an hour just looking, not clicking. After that, I crawled inside the pick-up to sleep the rest of the afternoon away. Hey, who can blame me? Watching grown men shoot blanks at each other is interesting—but only up to a point. I’m sure the homo erectus female felt the same way about cavemen pummeling away at each other with their bats.

I’m beginning to see why Wett’s inching this close to despair. He gave me the DSLR as a pre-birthday present. To date, I still do better in front of—not behind the—shutters. He’s insisting I study photography. I’m not sure I want to; I feel oppressed each time I have to lug the camera about. It weighs almost as much as a human being!

Be quick. Be merciless.

Lone non-combatant and witness to the gunfight

Apparently, there is a science to who gets to kill who and how.

Some looked like Darth Vader. Some resembled the Hamburglar (minus the stripes).

Ah yes, the air whistled and cracked with testosterone that afternoon.

I wonder if this had always been part of their life goal as kids.

And just like that, he died.

Later that afternoon, kids went a'firewood-gathering in the forest. I wonder if it scared them to see their future selves running around with toy guns on hand.

Meanwhile, I almost turned to stone just sitting there, watching grown men try to kill each other.

You can't go wrong with a little bromance in your life.

This afternoon spent with the male species has convinced me Dave Barry’s Theory of Evolution makes better sense than Darwin’s. In a nutshell, Barry’s theory states that being male is nothing more than simply possessing a set of minor and frequently unreliable organs. It’s interesting, this Barry-nian way of looking things. I’d go over it for you but I’ve loads of DVDs to watch, and not enough time to do the watching. Let’s make time for a little history lesson next. G’niiiiiight!