03-20-2011, 12:02 AM
Gonzo wrote:
Sedna wrote:
Gonzo wrote:
Be simple with the definition. Equate it to fishing. Determine the right bait, set the line in the water, watch the bobber, and when the fish bites, set the hook and reel him in.
Ok, this also seems a good definition of stalking. However, I keep asking how this helps anyone...the stalker or the person stalked?
Sedna, what would you learn about yourself, if, say, you encountered someone playing the shell game and you figured you could win, put down your money, and promptly lost? Would you put down more money and keep losing? Would you some other day play the game with another player? Or would you realize the game was rigged, that you had become a mark, that what appeared to be other players were part of the con? Would you perhaps learn something about your own judgment, about your own abilities, your own sense of self-esteem, or would you just be angry at having been taken?
Regardless, I submit you would have learned something, minimally not to play the shell game again, but perhaps, with some self-reflection, some things about yourself.
Not sure how this relates to what you have been claiming, but lets see.
When I was a little girl, my father took me to an amusement park where there were such games played. One such carny hooked my attention, a tic-tac-toe bean bag toss. It seemed simple enough and I asked my father for a dollar. He told me that the games were rigged against me, still I wanted to see for myself (something you should have gathered about me already), so I played...and lost. I couldn't let it go, I played again and again, always losing. My father was very patient, he didn't say anything and let me keep playing. I believe he knew that I would learn on my own what he already knew and I am grateful that he allowed me that space. I did eventually walk away.
What did I learn in walking away? To call my own limit. I am not sure that this is what you were thinking I should have learned. I was not angry, at the man or at myself. I felt loved and accepted and it was as ok to try as it was to walk away. I am pretty sure my father would have let me stay all day. But when I saw how loving he was being to me, I couldn't accept any more of his money. In the end it was a pleasant experience.
Since then, I have played again. I have an affinity for the balloon dart game and win every time. I have also learned a way to consistently go home from casinos with more money in my pocket than when I walked in.
So now tell me how this connects?
Sedna wrote:
Gonzo wrote:
Be simple with the definition. Equate it to fishing. Determine the right bait, set the line in the water, watch the bobber, and when the fish bites, set the hook and reel him in.
Ok, this also seems a good definition of stalking. However, I keep asking how this helps anyone...the stalker or the person stalked?
Sedna, what would you learn about yourself, if, say, you encountered someone playing the shell game and you figured you could win, put down your money, and promptly lost? Would you put down more money and keep losing? Would you some other day play the game with another player? Or would you realize the game was rigged, that you had become a mark, that what appeared to be other players were part of the con? Would you perhaps learn something about your own judgment, about your own abilities, your own sense of self-esteem, or would you just be angry at having been taken?
Regardless, I submit you would have learned something, minimally not to play the shell game again, but perhaps, with some self-reflection, some things about yourself.
Not sure how this relates to what you have been claiming, but lets see.
When I was a little girl, my father took me to an amusement park where there were such games played. One such carny hooked my attention, a tic-tac-toe bean bag toss. It seemed simple enough and I asked my father for a dollar. He told me that the games were rigged against me, still I wanted to see for myself (something you should have gathered about me already), so I played...and lost. I couldn't let it go, I played again and again, always losing. My father was very patient, he didn't say anything and let me keep playing. I believe he knew that I would learn on my own what he already knew and I am grateful that he allowed me that space. I did eventually walk away.
What did I learn in walking away? To call my own limit. I am not sure that this is what you were thinking I should have learned. I was not angry, at the man or at myself. I felt loved and accepted and it was as ok to try as it was to walk away. I am pretty sure my father would have let me stay all day. But when I saw how loving he was being to me, I couldn't accept any more of his money. In the end it was a pleasant experience.
Since then, I have played again. I have an affinity for the balloon dart game and win every time. I have also learned a way to consistently go home from casinos with more money in my pocket than when I walked in.
So now tell me how this connects?