Therapeutic Appreciation of Those I Know that Still Play
A good friend calls you mid day to see if you want to play Mahjong,
Because even though the way your group scores is wrong
You all feel the same rush of adrenalin and endorphins
That leads up to the climactic reveal of thirteen orphans.
A good friend understands and admits when he doesn't know what to do.
When you're out of whack, he'll ask if you're up for some Shogun II;
He'll tell you that he doesn't know the right course of action,
But that he'd like to provide a distraction.
A good friend gets the message when he's overstepping his bounds
And understands what it means when you're making irritated sounds.
He comes back, eager to try again another time,
Sending you pictures over Facebook of Phoenix Wright and Optimus Prime.
A good friend prefers not to pick a side.
Though that irks you, and hurts your pride,
You know deep inside that his route is right
And appreciate the fact that he'll still play Sengoku Basara with you all night.
A good friend doesn't even have to be someone you've ever seen
Just someone you like messaging in the moments in between.
Long sessions spent grinding for XP
Are much better when the conversations you have are funny.
In my opinion, some of the best friends I've ever had the honor of having
Played, not for competition, passing time, or bragging,
But to interact and engage with others through the best method they'd been given.
The same way that they did it as children.
