Sunday, May 09, 2004
WARNING - Alcohol induced self pity ahead!
It's 2:03am and I'm a bit tipsy. Not staggering-around-fall-on-your-face-drunk nor I've-lost-the-volume-control-on-my-voice-and-everyone-is-my-friend-drunk. Just tipsy enough to get an attack of the maudlins probably brought about by the introspective walk in the rain I've just taken. Rats. I should never be allowed to combine rain, solitude and alcohol without at least a walkman.
It goes something like this: I'm in the minority.
"Earthshaking!" you cry. "You're a gamer!"
No I know this. I'm in a rapidly increasing minority of gamers. Single gamers. (Groans from the audience, catcalls of get over it abound.)
There's fewer and fewer of us as time goes by. Soon I'll be that last bastion of geekdom. The Gamer Single Bloke. And it's starting to rankle more and more. The number of couples I can name of the top of my head is worrying. Soon there'll be none of us left. Already I feel like the comedy bloke in the American Light Drama. You know, the one everyone cheers when he appears for his weekly cameo. The one the girlfriend disapproves of. The one who drags the star into the amusing scrape of the week.
Perhaps I should embrace this trend. If it continues I'll become the Mcguffin in my friend's lives. After all, what else should the High Priest of Mcguffin aspire to?
Rewarding as this sounds, I wonder when I'll get a plotline of my own...
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel
It goes something like this: I'm in the minority.
"Earthshaking!" you cry. "You're a gamer!"
No I know this. I'm in a rapidly increasing minority of gamers. Single gamers. (Groans from the audience, catcalls of get over it abound.)
There's fewer and fewer of us as time goes by. Soon I'll be that last bastion of geekdom. The Gamer Single Bloke. And it's starting to rankle more and more. The number of couples I can name of the top of my head is worrying. Soon there'll be none of us left. Already I feel like the comedy bloke in the American Light Drama. You know, the one everyone cheers when he appears for his weekly cameo. The one the girlfriend disapproves of. The one who drags the star into the amusing scrape of the week.
Perhaps I should embrace this trend. If it continues I'll become the Mcguffin in my friend's lives. After all, what else should the High Priest of Mcguffin aspire to?
Rewarding as this sounds, I wonder when I'll get a plotline of my own...
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel
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