Julia ponders the gaming world.
So last night, Lou and I headed out of the house together. He was going grocery shopping (which we hadn’t done since coming back from Las Vegas — too much Final Fantasy X), I was going to the game. We said our goodbyes, and then he called out, “Hope you don’t die!”
I pondered to myself if my neighbors had heard that, and what they would think. Usually, a husband and wife might say to each other, “Drive safely,” or “Have fun,” or “I love you,” and so on. But it’s not often you hear “Hope you don’t die,” from one’s beloved spouse.
It is with occasional head-clutching amazement that I occasionally remember that nearly every single friend of mine I met through gaming, including my wife. In some cases they were people I met through gamers, some of them don’t game any more, and some of them I know more or better for other reasons. But with just one noteworthy live exception I can think of (hi, Tracy!), along with some Net correspondants, it’s a big, swirling, gaming world around me.
So, no, the above exchange doesn’t seem all that strange to me. But to the neighbors, yeah, I can see that …