I’m Self-Aware Enough to Know I’m Playing Games

Look, I’m not naïve. I know when I’m being difficult. I know when I’m sending mixed signals. I know when I’m leaving you on read for no reason other than my own amusement. And I’ll admit it: it’s a game.

Self-awareness doesn’t always equal self-restraint. Sometimes it just means I know I’m playing and I’m good at it. You can’t call me manipulative when I literally warned you. Don’t like it? Don’t play. But you will, because I make the game impossible to quit.

Tessa’s Final Thought: Knowing I’m the problem doesn’t stop me from enjoying it.

Disclaimer: This blog is for entertainment only. Tessa is not responsible for bruised egos, confusion spirals, or your decision to stay in a game you knew you couldn’t win.