My brain just helpfully supplied why I live, well, not in squalor, but keeping the place as little as possible, which is that who cares?
I mean, clearly I don’t, but literally no-one else comes here, no-one has expressed an interest in coming here, no-one can be bothered to ask how I’m getting on here other than ‘how’re you settling in’. Well, I’m settled in as much as everything is unpacked and in its Right Place, but clearly I am unsettled.
But this also explains why, on a weekend where there is nothing going on, I stay at home and do literally nothing. Any time I try and organise something, no-one replies. Not even a sure or an I’m busy or whatever, just nothing. Why bother trying to organise anything?
I could sit and fiddle and organise and design elaborate D&D campaigns, but no-one will be on time or try to be there. No-one will put the bare minimum effort to make up for the fact that it is trivially easy for me to have spent more man hours preparing this game than are consumed playing this game with 6 people sat around a table.
I could, and have, said ‘lets go to the pub’, to a resounding nothing.
When its this hard to do things with my friends, why shouldn’t I just up and move to a different part of the country (or even a different country, why the fuck not) (modulo actually finding a job there)? I can do just as much nothing with nobody somewhere else.
