Role-Play Blues

I got laughed at today. Not that it's a very striking fact: I get laughed at more. Usually, I sweep away the comments of other people because I know they are friends or because they look dull. Today I got laughed at by a girl. Now that's something new, girls that are laughing with me. Guys that grow red lawncarpets on their cheeks, I can live with that. But girls with the same red lawncarpets on their heads? I felt seriously insulted because I got laughed at by a girl.

She made a remark about my t-shirt. I was wearing my Pantera t-shirt. Trivia-time! Why do people wear t-shirts? First of all because they would look completely ridiculous walking around naked in the centre of the city. Question number two. Why do people wear t-shirts of their favourite band? Because they like the band, I guess. Question number three. Why do people get laughed at when they wear a t-shirt of their favourite band? Now, THAT'S a good question...

It was an insult that made me think about the question. Why do I get laughed at when I wear a Pantera t-shirt. I don't look metal, I can go with that. But do you have to fucking LOOK metal to like metal bands? Do you have to BE metal to wear t-shirts? According to the goth freak with the ghostshoes, I guess the answer's yes. It's so stupid. Why do people have to play roles all the time? Why can't they just be themselves? And why do people who try to be themselves get laughed at.

Ooh watch out, he's wearing a Pantera t-shirt! Oh but wait, he doesn't have long hair, doesn't drink tons and tons of beer and he doesn't bite heads of little animals, he's probably a faker. I thought liking a band was about the music, not the lifestyle. But anyway, anger was cooking in me so hard I would've decapitated her with a Flying V, spit on her headless body and hey, why not for the fuck of it, sing Cemetary Gates like only a Cowboy from Hell could do. If that isn't metal, doubt she'd like it though...

The last time I was at the grocery store somebody asked me what my allegiance was. 'Chaotic Neutral' I answered. The man grinned from beneath his white beard. I didn't pay attention to it until we were standing together again. This was the only shop you could get great onions. Unfortunately, everybody knew that this was the place for the layerveggie. So we were standing there, gazing at the one onion left. I was thinking about all the beautiful things I could cook with that delicious onion. Obviously, the man in white was thinking the same lucious things. 'Make that Chaotic Evil' I snarled when I stabbed the man in the back with my dagger. 'This onion is mine.'

Games are a great way to role-play as much as you want. Neverwinter Nights 2 is nearly upon us (I pre-ordered this lucious collector's edition) and I still have to finish the original plus, if I find the time, the two Baldur's Gate games and their expansions. According to the creature I was talking about before, I will be a nerd now, I guess. Well, I don't care. I wrote what I wanted to write. I'm fed up with real-life role-playing. And maybe it's time to say my opinion more often, not only through this piece of blog but out loud as well.