[Insert imaginary picture of me screaming and ripping my hair out here.]
Something about Dungeons and Dragons rubs me entirely the wrong way.
I don't know what it is but the moment that D&D or Magic cards appear in my vicinity I suddenly have the overwhelming urge to stab a fork into my hand.
Now, I'm not sure that there is any logical thought behind this compulsion but it's intensity has only grown ten fold in the last couple of weeks.
These games seem to be everywhere I go. I have no sanctuary. I have no safety. All that I have is the constant murmur of decks being shuffled and dice being rolled.
I go to school, it's there.
I'm sitting eating lunch, there are people playing near me. No matter how many times I move, the game seems to find me. It is impossible to sit down to lunch without somehow landing amidst a group of people discussing their new additions to their decks.
When I go home, it's there too.
I cannot run. I cannot hide. It is everywhere and will not go away.
Please leave me alone D&D. Please leave me alone magic.
Ack. Please let me lose any memory of the rules and regulations of these games.
I'm sure that there are many people who enjoy playing, my boyfriend included. And that is just fine.
I just can't hear about this game.... ever again.
You think I'm kidding or that I'm being silly but I'm not.
This game has consumed my life in the worst possible way and it must go.
I am not kidding.