Kid just loves him some cows (komos) wrote,
Kid just loves him some cows

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Weekend Update

I went over to Second Circle on Saturday. Initially the plan was to hang out with Jim to do geeky stuff, and we did. I gave some pointers on how to make a few of his decks tighter. We played. We talked about our mutual disillusionment with gaming. We played some more. The exercise was laid back, the deck design stuff I recommended was mostly along the lines of trimming down to core concepts (most of the work was already done), and gabbing with someone of like mind was comforting. Like me, Jim’s been feeling like there are just other things that he should be doing but isn’t, and that realization is leading to a bit of a crisis of faith about spending the time that these various pass-times require.

I’ve been wrestling with my love/hate relationship with gaming for some time now, and to have someone voice the same concerns/ideas was bizarre. In my story, the periods that have been marked by a heavy devotion to one or more games have coincided with some of the worst events of my life. This coupled with what becomes a predominantly sedentary lifestyle and habitual avoidance of things I most need to get done, and you have some idea of where the discomfort stems. To be fair, gaming has allowed me to meet a number of really great people both directly and indirectly, and as a result, I now actually have a circle of friends. I guess what’s required is a balance, and I’ve had some trouble walking the line of moderation.

What was kind of cool about Saturday was that after Jim and I had finished up, I felt like I went from being his guest to being a guest of the house. We all hung out in front of the tube, alternating talking and watching the various offerings of the magic box. Jim eventually left to go to Sue’s place, but I stayed. Watched a movie, got dinner, and didn’t leave until after midnight (in spite of “…but you don’t have to go” protests.) I was comfortable, and actually felt like they enjoyed (or at least didn’t mind) my being around. It wasn’t until mid-day Sunday that I started doing my habitual second-guessing and wondering if I had outstayed my welcome. I shrugged it off.

Sunday was lazy. Got up late, didn’t shower until I had watched a stupidly predictable film adaptation of a stupidly predictable novel by Robin Cook. Even then, I didn’t manage to leave the house until I got a call from one of Paul’s friends about meeting him in Davis for some cheap Mexican food. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get my arse in gear and get into the gym (the original plan), but I think I needed the downtime for some reason. Was relaxed enough by the end of the day that the insomnia that’s been plaguing me melted away. Slept nine hours. Woke up early and refreshed.

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