What seems like an eternity ago I quit the fantasy game known as Magic: The Gathering. My "magic friends" said it was immpossible once you were "hooked", now maybe the game just wasn't for me or maybe it still is but I have yet to resume since my dissapearence(<that seemed too long to me to be spelled correctly, but oh well.)off the magic scene, and not that I was anyone good or even exceptionaly well. I do miss the excitement of discovering half a million ways to say I'm gonna kick your ass without having fear that the jock across the table has arms 3 inches wider in diameter than mine and I enjoyed the game while it was good. I'm sure there are thousands a month who drop the game and upon recollection I think its sad. Its sad that I quit, because a few hours on Friday night was nothing. True I no longer have to worry about the perils of gaming and the girl whom you are pursuing finds out and decides hats uncool, but there are very few benefits of quiting, unless someone has preparred a written contact to bestow upon you thousands of dollars if you quit. What I was getting to is that its been about a year or more now that I haven't showed my head yet, and I saw this link in my Favorites of which I never use, and I thought I'd drop a line here even if you think this is pointless or perhaps a classic story. And besides 127 postings is weak.
There are plenty of people who quit. There are plenty of reasons.
My story is one of the more spectacular, but I suppose I'll share for the simple reason that you posted in the Fiction Mill (and that makes me happy).
I started out with the attitude of "You play what? You dork!" when my best friend told me he had started playing. I mean, I had played RPGs on various platforms and had done a stint with D&D but this was the summer after freshman year of highschool. After a whole year of playing, it just wasn't that much fun anymore. I decided that I spent way too much time online and playing cards taht would be better spent doing other things. So I packed up my cards, tried to sell them (its hard to find people ready to dropp $500 on cardboard all at once!!) and then forgot about it.
A year later, and there I was, sitting around the house for the spring and beginning of summer with a cracked shoulder. I couldn't write, had to learn how to use a mouse with my left hand, and couldn't really do much at all. Well, except I could, with a bit of help, flop down some Magical cards and think.
It wasn't the cool thing to do, but then again, what did I care about being cool? Its not cool to walk around with your shoulder in 5 pieces, with one of the same three button down shirts, and no arm through one of the sleeves. So it became something to do, and it was relaxing and fun. I began to wonder, what really is wrong with it, that I wanted to quit the first time. I mean, there are times where I think I've wasted some time playing cards, and there have been wasted dollars. But why not? Why something else over this? There's no reason, and its a perfectly acceptable thing to do, as long as its fun.
So here we are. Playing the game or not, its something to do. Are you having fun? Cause I suppose I am, and thats what counts. I'm actually going to play magic for the first time in about a month tomorrow. It should be a good time.
heh, edit that: it ISN'T one of the more spectacular. I'm no hero, but who is? :P