This guy I played MTG with for years was in the bar the other night.
"When are we going to start it up again?" he asked.
"Well, when I find a legitimate place to live, and when I sell enough art so I don't have to worry financially about what I'm doing with my time, and when I feel that playing Magic isn't more work than an actual job."
Playing Magic with him is exhausting.
I wanted to play some cards, not be a therapist.
He eventually slammed his fist down on the table as a jovial kind of gesture to imply that he wanted to play, but I don't care.
I have real life issues that need addressing.
I gave Magic ten years, and not much changed for me, playing it on Sundays once a week.
I still like the game, and I like the cards, but I have other priorities right now.
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