Having watched “The Hunger Games” for the first time tonight, I am very disturbed. Not by the violence and killing. In movies these days, that seems pretty par for the course. No, the movie had me worried.
If I am ever in a killing contest, I am in big trouble.
Until watching the movie, I did not know that a contest like this was possible. I realized there are a number of skills I have not developed for this particular “game.” For the foreseeable future, I will be working on the following:
Weapon Skills: I can not shoot a bow and arrow. I am not good with a knife. In fact, my use of any weapon will almost always be bad. If, however, they allow us to use sporks, I may be okay.
No one can kill with a spork like I can.
Competitive Spirit: I have never been a very competitive person. Maybe my competitive spirit would pop up when my life is on the line. More likely, though, I would end up wondering about the woods and hoping the game was over.
Running: In “The Hunger Games,” people run. A lot. Everywhere. All of the time. I currently run nowhere ever. I did jog up stairs today, but I was a little winded at the end of it and I’m pretty sure it was not nearly as physically demanding as sprinting through the woods with a giant dog-like creature chasing me.
Hiding: I have an infamously short attention span. I would be painted like a rock for a total of 10 minutes before I stood up and immediately took a knife to the jugular.
My Willingness to End a Human Life: This seems like the toughest part. I guess I would just have to imagine that instead of people, I was killing giant, person sized marshmallow Peeps.
I am great at murdering marshmallow chicks.

Bluntly, you can thank society for teaching you skills that only work in society.
I watched The Hunger Games and I do think anyone has the ability to be “competitive”. In terms of life or death, it’s a polar choice and the sanest person would pick life at all cost.
A spork isn’t so bad, you might have to think outside of the box to get more uses in but a spork could be handy.
I haven’t killed a human being (yet), but if it came down to a life preservation impulse I wouldn’t hesitate. I guess we would have to be in that position where we would have to choose to kill or not to kill.
You should read the series, you think that was a lot of running and stuff? That was just a quarter of the book.
Are the rest of the books just descriptions of people running? If so, no thanks.
Haha, suit yourself.
Haha. Your spork comment reminded me of the YouTube clip I once watched called the horribly slow murderer with the extremely inefficient weapon..
You can do a lot with a spork, so it isn’t the worst weapon. I mean, you can stab OR scoop them to death.
I actually really liked the books. This surprised me as I haven’t latched on to any vampire wizard tween bandwagons before. That being said, I was mostly disappointed to learn that I could never, ever compete in the games. I have a thing about running only if the path leads to snacks… and only if those snacks are Pop Tarts.
I feel like the title suggests there should be more Pop Tarts provided in the competition. That is a fair criticism I think.
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