I was watching a kid
playing Tamagotchi.
Tiny egg shaped electronic device,
where he has an electronic pet,
he has to feed and attend to
with tender loving care.
Otherwise,
that electronic pet
will die.
Strikes me as weird,
that a kid
can spend all his time,
tending to his electronic pet,
ensuring its health,
and getting jackshit
in return,
other than
a perverted sense
of satisfaction,
that he kept
his tamagotchi alive.
Sounds quite a lot
like
my relationship
with women.
