Dungeons and Dragons, MarySue, and Me
I am almost done with cleaning my office. What’s left is the hardest part. My filing cabinet. I’ve done some preliminary cleaning of files, but most of the work remains. I’ve started cleaning and de-cluttering other parts of the house. It feels productive, but the truth is that I’m avoiding the ominous filing cabinets.
The other day I found a videotape of an interview I did with my grandmother a couple of years before she died. I sent it off to be converted to DVD. I hope they don’t break it or ruin it.
I co-facilitated a new Dialogue on Race last night. It seems like it will be a good group of folk. Too soon for tensions or complications to arise.
My therapist seems utterly fascinated by D&D. He keeps asking me how it works, how the rules work, whether or not you can win, how can anyone put so much time into something, etc. It’s sort of strange. I hope he doesn’t start asking me to psychoanalyze my D&D characters. That would be too weird.
My latest character is named Leopold. He is a Paladin of Love with a funky build (ftr 5/monk 2/pal 3). The campaign setting is Faerun, so his goddess is Sune. She’s the only chaotic deity allowed paladins, so I play him as lawful bordering on chaotic. I got on a roll and wrote a six page character background for him. It’s been fun.
I don’t believe in Mary-Sue-ing a character. I do think that all characters have some player projection in them; they do come from the player’s mind, after all. But I really don’t think my characters are much in the way of keys to unlock my emotional dramas.
Maybe my therapist is just interested in D&D as a phenomenon.
Who knows.
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