Sailing Into Unknown Waters Once More

I am certainly no stranger to travel. I spent two years surviving on kimchi and cardboard pizza in Korea, have the soul of a pirate, and would sell at least two and a half limbs to live the Margaritaville lifestyle on a beautiful island somewhere.

But I never really expected to end up in Texas.

In wanderlust and the never-ending search for free rent, I've somehow ended up crashing in Texas. The fact that it is much warmer than New Jersey and Jersey's winter is supposed to be awful this year (isn't it always?) may or may not have been a factor in this decision. Snow once a year, maybe? Sign me up!

Granted, it's a little further from the ocean than I'd prefer. And it's not exactly an island by any stretch of the imagination. And there's no Gimbap Land. (Gimbap Land is the shit.) But I am on the side of Dallas that has a nice lake. I'm pretty sure I saw a sailboat out there. That counts for something, probably.

The real kicker is that people here are nice. I know it's a southern thing, but Texas seems to turn that shit up to 11. If the internet has taught me anything, it's that Texas does things big... and big niceness is a thing too?

I mean, okay. I'm used to Jersey, where everyone hates everyone all the time for no particular reason. You can never really be sure who wants to rob you or stab you or just thinks you're looking at them funny and actually why don't you just screw off and mind your own business before we start something here? (This is, of course, followed by a number of injury claims, a whole series of lawsuits, and a really bad TV show that makes us all look even worse than we are.)

Here, the fast food people bring you your food at your table and then give you extra food because the one bit was sort of overcooked by a smidgen and actually... care, I guess. I haven't really been into Dallas proper yet, since I'm crashing in the suburbs.

I sincerely hope those people are as miserable as we are in Jersey. Not because I actually want anyone to be miserable (that's kind of rude, even by Jersey standards) but because I'll never survive in a world of niceness. I can't even imagine a gaming group where everyone is nice. Who the hell is going to flip the table?!


(On an unrelated note, RPGSS Season 9 has concluded. Congrats to Nick Wasko, this year's victor! My commentary forthcoming, late, as always.)