On 2005-11-23, James wrote:
How many of us get to play the games we want, with the people we want to play them with?
Me. I mean, not all of the people, and not all of the games, because I have to work for a living, and all you forge folk live so damn far away, but I get by. I’m in a pair of Riddle of Steel games and Thursday night Stealth Gamers, currently alternating playtests of Bliss Stage and Reality Cops. I’ve recently played PTA and a short run of Dogs, a friend is currently got my copy of 1984 Prime in a shameless attempt at bribery, and I’m going to run Breaking the Ice: Can We Be Friends? with my 5 year old this weekend. And Donjon and Burning Wheel keep whispering “Come on, ya know ya wanna…”
How reasonable is it to expect?
I have no idea. But I know that a year ago I wasn’t having as much fun gaming as I am now, and it’s because I decided to push the status quo in my local gaming circles. By all reports, most of them are having more fun, too.
How far should we have to compromise, and on what?
I dunno. How mature are the people you game with now? How mature are the people you want to game with?
How far apart are those two groups?
I’m perfectly willing to compromise; that’s part of being all growed up. Sometimes I have less fun today and more fun tomorrow. What’s changed in my gaming is that I’ve acknowledged I’m the only one responsible for my fun. Other people can contribute to it, sure, but my enjoyment (or lack thereof) is my problem.
*whew. Little ranty towards the end there, sorry.