All this reading about games and contests makes me think of my 5th class. My teacher would throw us ice cream party whenever my class reach 500 points. *Memories
And just this much is enough to make my blood boil. I don't want to know about all the injustices out there. It'll only make me more depress than I already am.
It is what it is.
It's none of my business.
If he feels better opening up about it, then so be it.
I'm pretty much indifferent. In other words, I don't care one way or another. It's their choice after all.