"Life, we have a new member joining us today..."

Some friends from work have invited me to join them in playing WarMachine on Thursdays and Sundays. For those of you who don't know (and I'm assuming that's most, if not all, of you), it's a tabletop battle game (and not Tony Stark's token black friend). 

This. This is what I could be doing with my life.

Now, I've never been a big fan of war (I mean, what is it good for?), or machines. And I'm not too keen on tables either, or tops for that matter. But, despite my aversions to all four of these things, I agreed to join them. Why? Chance to get out and be social, I suppose. I mean, not counting the two times I hung out with people down in Florida, I haven't actually interacted with people, outside of the internet, in almost 3 years now. And I feel that it's high time to hob-knob with people beyond a keyboard and a monitor...

...and it's fucking scary. See, I need a Battlebox (a glorified starter kit, sans the glory) in order to start playing the game, and I've been saying for the past two weeks that I'm gonna go get one. And I will. I think. Eventually. But, once I do, it means I'll have to start using it, and playing and hanging out with people on a regular basis. And that's become a foreign concept to me now. I've grown so accustomed to living life from my chair, that the idea of going somewhere to meet people, and just hang out, is strange and foreign to me now. And I don't like it. No, sir, not one bit.

And you wanna know what's really wack? I don't have this problem at all when I'm at work. So, why the anxiety about hanging out with these people outside of work? Is it the change of environment? Who knows. I sure as hell don't.

Oh well. One of these days I'll stop just saying that I'm gonna join them, and I really will join in the reindeer games.

...until my nose starts to glow, and they kick me to the curb.