This will most likely be a short post; but i need to put it out there. I’ve never had much interest for board games; it never made much sense to me and I don’t understand where in life you’ll get much out of the ability of competing against peers inside of very limiting set of rules.
Then the other day I was in a minivan, from Koh Chang to Bangkok, on my left side there was mother and son, he looked like early 30s, seriously; she was early fifties. We were in the van for 11 hours (ouch) and they couldn’t stop talking to each other (in spanish). I mean you’d think that mother and son would know everything about each other, but no. 11 hrs. non stop. and then on my right, there was a cute chinese girl. The spanish guy really couldn’t live without his mothers love, and you could feel, when he looked at the chinese girl on my other side, all he wanted was to transition from being emotionally dependant on his mother to being dependant on another girl, preferably young and innocent so it is easier to project.
Simultaneously i was watching him, and his discussions, and actions, and how he acted within a set ruleset with his mother. If he wants love, he has to stick to those rules, say nice things, not provoke, talk about approved subjects, not go too deep about his feelings; etc. And I was also listening about osho talk about something in my ears, but I can’t remember what.
I had this flash, that this was precisely what board games provided. A set of restrictive rules which recreated the confort of conditional love. And so as we grow up, leave the home nest, playing board games is something of a reminder, a nostalgia of a clear set of rules; where you feel safe and you can compete with each other.
I never understood. I never will.