I used to have something like that. I could sit and do it for hours, several days a week, usually consecutively. I would get into it so deeply that I misplaced time; days, sometimes weeks would go by without me noticing. I almost missed my own 22nd birthday because of it.
Then, I got out of it. Things changed. I grew up, and I got involved with someone. The environment was different, hell, I was different. I've tried getting back into it, but it just doesn't hold the same allure.
Now, Gabechasing and trying not to be a total fuckup as a husband and adult take my time. I squeeze in time for my hobbies whenever I can; I haven't touched the Wii since you left, for instance.
The point is, we grow up. Our old hobbies and interests fall by the wayside. I used to be a hardcore wrestling guy... the conversations Paul and I would have were something to behold. I sat in line for four days for tickets to a movie (and if I hadn't met Roupen and Maral there, it would have been a total waste of my time). It's not that I completely dislike wrestling and Star Wars, it's that I have more important things to do. Adult things. Grown-up things.
I still miss D&D from time to time. I'd love for the old days of sitting in Dave's basement, or in Steve's cavernous bedroom at his parents' place, or gathered around Darren's dining room table to be back. I'd even put up with Joe taking three hours to come up with a NAME for his character, never mind the length of time it would take for him to decide what his dump stats are going to be. I miss Jonas destroying the game with his heavy-metal pixie, or his Swedish Chef-sounding dwarves. I even miss Dave's wannabe emo characters, with stereotypical histories and appearances. The burst of creativity when I would invent characters I thought to be interesting and original is gone. Some of it came back when I thought up the out-of-work gravedigger I played recently... but the fire is gone. It's not anyone's fault, and nobody is to blame for D&D losing its lustre in my eyes.
Despite my struggles and attempts to deny otherwise, I'm maturing. I'm becoming an adult. Several years too late, but it's happening. I'm just glad you're along for the ride. I can't do this alone.
Then, I got out of it. Things changed. I grew up, and I got involved with someone. The environment was different, hell, I was different. I've tried getting back into it, but it just doesn't hold the same allure.
Now, Gabechasing and trying not to be a total fuckup as a husband and adult take my time. I squeeze in time for my hobbies whenever I can; I haven't touched the Wii since you left, for instance.
The point is, we grow up. Our old hobbies and interests fall by the wayside. I used to be a hardcore wrestling guy... the conversations Paul and I would have were something to behold. I sat in line for four days for tickets to a movie (and if I hadn't met Roupen and Maral there, it would have been a total waste of my time). It's not that I completely dislike wrestling and Star Wars, it's that I have more important things to do. Adult things. Grown-up things.
I still miss D&D from time to time. I'd love for the old days of sitting in Dave's basement, or in Steve's cavernous bedroom at his parents' place, or gathered around Darren's dining room table to be back. I'd even put up with Joe taking three hours to come up with a NAME for his character, never mind the length of time it would take for him to decide what his dump stats are going to be. I miss Jonas destroying the game with his heavy-metal pixie, or his Swedish Chef-sounding dwarves. I even miss Dave's wannabe emo characters, with stereotypical histories and appearances. The burst of creativity when I would invent characters I thought to be interesting and original is gone. Some of it came back when I thought up the out-of-work gravedigger I played recently... but the fire is gone. It's not anyone's fault, and nobody is to blame for D&D losing its lustre in my eyes.
Despite my struggles and attempts to deny otherwise, I'm maturing. I'm becoming an adult. Several years too late, but it's happening. I'm just glad you're along for the ride. I can't do this alone.
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