I have mixed feeling about things I enjoy, it’s an odd experience. It reminds me of when I spent a lot of time using drugs, I had a separate life for each group of people I had to deal with. I find it hard to live that way and I’m not pleased about this . . . thing.
What strikes fear in me the most is that I have identified this as the same feeling I have toward Warhammer, D&D, and countless other nerd things that I allow myself mindlessly self-indulge. Needless to say it makes me a little uncomfortable to find a correlation between my old habits and needs and my new habits and needs. I guess I really just wanted to be over that part of life, I want to enjoy things but not with an uncontrollable obsession.
Something to ponder.
In other news, here’s some pictures.