Black Ops

I can't hear myself think anymore.

There are massive explosions in the distance, and my mind is spinning.

I think I'm going to lose it. My mother always warned me about this feeling.

She said we all had to deal with it someday, and that it was inevitable.

I think my mother is nuts. How can anyone learn to deal with this? There goes a bullet.

And another. Bang bang bang, baby. The fucked up thing is that most women have to hear these shots firing. Digital shots if you must be literal. Some of us women pick up the pixel guns and shoot children. Yes, children. What did you think? That those tiny scoundrels and their vulgarity would be spared? No, sir. Not in this household. We rip all those tiny awkward middle schoolers to shreds, then we call their parents and tell them to clean up the mess. Other women, like myself, tolerate these daily shootings, but never partake in them. No, no, no, my darling. This would be a travesty on their part. And lastly there are the women who just hate war, hate guns, hate shootings, and definitely hate video games. The video games steal their boyfriends, and so they wander about doing other things so as to avoid the mass slaughter of the virtual soldiers