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Feb. 18th, 2014 08:26 amLast week, one of my local friends invited me to a large-ish D&D party and I was like YES I WILL ATTEND THE THING even though I know precisely zero about how tabletop gaming actually works.
No, wait, I know there are dice. So I don't know zero about how it works. I know D6 about how it works.
Anyway, they said that was okay, I could learn, and I was like cool, excited, doing things with other people, I signed up!
As you may understand, later that day I thought WHAT HAVE I DONE AND CAN I EXTRACT MYSELF GRACEFULLY because I am not a "doing things with other people" person. But in this specific case there is no good extraction technique, so I was planning to just go and do it.
And then, and then! They sent out an email about how they had lost the venue they were going to use and did anyone know of a good one, and I was like, YES, maybe it will be cancelled, maybe I can get out of this through sheer HAPPENSTANCE which was when I realized, I know of a venue they could use. A free one, even.
So I sent them the link.
I am literally sabotaging my self-sabotage. I am self destructing on two separate levels. My compulsive urges are at war with my anxiety.
I AM THIRTY FOUR YEARS OLD. Why am I such a mess?
No, wait, I know there are dice. So I don't know zero about how it works. I know D6 about how it works.
Anyway, they said that was okay, I could learn, and I was like cool, excited, doing things with other people, I signed up!
As you may understand, later that day I thought WHAT HAVE I DONE AND CAN I EXTRACT MYSELF GRACEFULLY because I am not a "doing things with other people" person. But in this specific case there is no good extraction technique, so I was planning to just go and do it.
And then, and then! They sent out an email about how they had lost the venue they were going to use and did anyone know of a good one, and I was like, YES, maybe it will be cancelled, maybe I can get out of this through sheer HAPPENSTANCE which was when I realized, I know of a venue they could use. A free one, even.
So I sent them the link.
I am literally sabotaging my self-sabotage. I am self destructing on two separate levels. My compulsive urges are at war with my anxiety.
I AM THIRTY FOUR YEARS OLD. Why am I such a mess?
