Tonight I am doing something new.
I am somewhat nervous.
Sometime this past weekend, while I was mutely sitting next to all of Boyfriend’s friends, listening to all the jokes, I realized something. All this semester I have gone by pretending to not be as horribly geeky as I really am. And furthermore, I’m not sure how often I’ve ever been able to be as geeky as I really am. You see, Boyfriend and his friends are all very comfortably geektastic. They watch cult films, they video game and more important to this blog: they do tabletop.
I personally love DnD. I love other tabletops more (Fwee Shadowrun) but DnD is the classic. Back home however, I never really had anyone who liked it. The friends who knew I liked it teased me. My family thinks it’s some satanic demon summoner. Obviously I will not be telling them I met and befriended my boyfriend through DnD. It wouldn’t end well. Either way, Boyfriend and our mutual friends were the only ones I could ever express liking tabletop too. Otherwise I’ve just ignored that part of me.
This year though, I sort of wanted to find what Boyfriend had. I wanted to find a group of people I could play with and be geeky with. I was so fricking excited when I found out there was a Games club at my college. Then my roomie spoke. “Haha, DnD is so NERDY. How can anyone like it?”
And thus my resolve was over. I don’t know why I decided that I’d continue ignoring Me because of my roommate. But I slowly convinced myself that going would be a terrible idea. I convinced myself that they all probably just like Naruto and stupid anime and only play Call of Duty. I convinced myself that going was a stupid idea, and I couldn’t afford doing stupid things, not when this college is a start to my career. But every week I’d look at the listings of what clubs were up to that week. And every week I’d see the “Games Night” and I’d wonder, and wish and try to justify going or not going. And then I’d go home and deal with my roomie and do home work and go to sleep.
Visiting Boyfriend and meeting his friends though…I realized how much I wanted to take a chance and maybe possibly be happy. It’s pretty silly, I’m being all anxious over a game. But I really want to play a game and be horribly geeky and loot a dragon. So I’m stopping by the hotel and I’m grabbing my premade character sheets and maybe even my Hollow Earth book. And then I’m getting my ass back to school to give this “Games Night” a chance.
Maybe it will be just video gamers and I’ll be a bit sad and disappointed. But maybe I’ll have a blast. And blasts are worth the risk, eh? Especially if I get to be a thieving bardic gnome.
That’s just AWESOME.
(Okay actually I’m doing laundry and THEN going back to the campus. Don’t look at me that way.)
I am somewhat nervous.
Sometime this past weekend, while I was mutely sitting next to all of Boyfriend’s friends, listening to all the jokes, I realized something. All this semester I have gone by pretending to not be as horribly geeky as I really am. And furthermore, I’m not sure how often I’ve ever been able to be as geeky as I really am. You see, Boyfriend and his friends are all very comfortably geektastic. They watch cult films, they video game and more important to this blog: they do tabletop.
I personally love DnD. I love other tabletops more (Fwee Shadowrun) but DnD is the classic. Back home however, I never really had anyone who liked it. The friends who knew I liked it teased me. My family thinks it’s some satanic demon summoner. Obviously I will not be telling them I met and befriended my boyfriend through DnD. It wouldn’t end well. Either way, Boyfriend and our mutual friends were the only ones I could ever express liking tabletop too. Otherwise I’ve just ignored that part of me.
This year though, I sort of wanted to find what Boyfriend had. I wanted to find a group of people I could play with and be geeky with. I was so fricking excited when I found out there was a Games club at my college. Then my roomie spoke. “Haha, DnD is so NERDY. How can anyone like it?”
And thus my resolve was over. I don’t know why I decided that I’d continue ignoring Me because of my roommate. But I slowly convinced myself that going would be a terrible idea. I convinced myself that they all probably just like Naruto and stupid anime and only play Call of Duty. I convinced myself that going was a stupid idea, and I couldn’t afford doing stupid things, not when this college is a start to my career. But every week I’d look at the listings of what clubs were up to that week. And every week I’d see the “Games Night” and I’d wonder, and wish and try to justify going or not going. And then I’d go home and deal with my roomie and do home work and go to sleep.
Visiting Boyfriend and meeting his friends though…I realized how much I wanted to take a chance and maybe possibly be happy. It’s pretty silly, I’m being all anxious over a game. But I really want to play a game and be horribly geeky and loot a dragon. So I’m stopping by the hotel and I’m grabbing my premade character sheets and maybe even my Hollow Earth book. And then I’m getting my ass back to school to give this “Games Night” a chance.
Maybe it will be just video gamers and I’ll be a bit sad and disappointed. But maybe I’ll have a blast. And blasts are worth the risk, eh? Especially if I get to be a thieving bardic gnome.
That’s just AWESOME.
(Okay actually I’m doing laundry and THEN going back to the campus. Don’t look at me that way.)
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