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Here I hide in the shadows or in the crowds.  Blending in with my surroundings the person who I recognize before isn't aware of my presence.  The person knows not my location.  The person knows not that I’m there.  Quietly I plan to take my course of action.  I’m creeping around like a ghost transparent.  



Stratagems are my greatest advantage in the ‘game.’    I’m going to play a game with this person.  Will the person notice?  It doesn’t hurt to try.



Let’s observe a while and analyze the person’s actions and mental thinking...



Now then, formulate a plan.



Finally, set a harmless trap to make everything work.



Okay, I set everything up but it doesn’t seem to work as I’d hoped.



Oh, wait.  Hmmm...interesting.  This person has fallen into my trap;  everything is going according to plan.  Looks like I’m going to win!



I've come to win the 'game' while the person, of course, the expected loser.  What’s my motive?  I wanted this person to notice me is the motive.  It’s the object of the game.  Being noticed is how you win the game.



So I've become truly and deceptively clever as I play this game with this person.  The person finally notices me.  Yes!  But did I really win?  Let’s play a little while longer.  



To escape is what happens when the person pursues me is the next step.  If the person draws near, I’ll casually prepare myself as if I’m about to leave.  Then I leave.  Is this going to work even more?  Will this enhance the sweet victory of mine?  I want this person to be interested and later more interested now that I’ve become a complete mystery.  



The game goes on until it gets tiring.  No more.  I’m through.  Time to approach this person and say “Hi, what’s up?”  Guess what?  The person plays my own tactic AGAINST  ME!!!  



At first I thought, “what in the world?”  The person wants to play some more.  This time this person wants me to be interested.  This time it’s me who chases and that person who flees.  But truthfully, I’m tired.  Can’t we give it a rest?



I’ve been interested in the beginning.  I still recognize you too.  Honest.  Why do you think I played my little game on you in the first place?



Everything goes wrong.  The game quickly ends.  The person disappears.  Everything is a mess.  Now I don’t see that person anymore which tears me up a little inside.



I played this chess game to win but now that I think about it, I really lost.



I'm never going to play this game again.