Biology returns.

Tenth grade, biology. Predator vs. Prey. Did you do that?
Do you remember it? I do.
I was a deer. This is relevant to my post, I can promise you that.

So today I watched The Stranger (stupid movie, for the record. Sorry if you liked it) Essentially it was the same idea. But it got me to thinking...
Now try to keep up, because this might get confusing. So I was told that in this dating "game" (not to be confused with the game that you just lost) I'm supposed to be the ball. Make sense? It will.
Cats like balls (sexual innuendo? not at all) They like to play with them. It's my "job" to be the ball, catch their attention and try to maintain it. Got that in mind?

Back to the movie. I'm thinking that if I had the option to be the hunter or the hunted, I'd much rather be the hunted. (Why? Stop asking so many god damned questions!) The hunter is aware. The hunter finds the huntee's weakness and preys on that. The hunter has the ball, the weapons, the intuition, and the skill to outsmart the prey. They essentially have the power to control the outcome of the situation. And I say essentially, because I know this isn't always the case. But we'll just say that most of the time, it is.

Now apply this to the game... and where does that leave me? Not where I'm supposed to be. In the game of cat vs. ball I'd be the cat. The ball is an object, I don't want to be the object. The ball is the prey, clearly I do not want to be the prey. But in this situation, I'm too afraid to be the cat. You may not understand. I'd like to say that I have a "prey" in mind. But that sounds disgusting. Like I will feed on you and leave you while you can do nothing to stop it.

Re-do.

So I don't have the confidence or wit to be the cat. So I'm not the cat. I'm not the ball.
I'm the little girl sitting in the corner sulking about her dreadful life, yet too scared to do anything to fix it.
Sounds depressing.

Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. It's fact.