It goes like this: “She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.
She’s a player, a heartbreaker, and now she breaks alone.” *
I used to tell myself I’m not a player. Not of this kind, anyway. But then I thought – life is like a game, so we are all players, of all kinds. For me, part of this game is to put myself in some other player’s shoes to feel (at least in some measure) what it’s like to be, for a few hours… somebody else. Alongtime, this has developed my empathy and it helped me not to judge some players who played differently than me.
One of these other players is the so-called „heart-breaking chick”.