Existentialism, slackers, and D&D

I'm sitting in the library at school, typing off of school computer. I've got two friends sitting next to me. One is a slacker, the other is an avid D&D player. D&D brought his binder to school. He's got character sheets, and melee cards and designs for miniatures. We were supposed to write either two poems, or one editorial to send to the Philadelphia News with the vain hope of getting published. Crotheco, the teacherlady wants the vicarious pleasure of having her lovely little student's works to be published. Maybe she likes the publicity. Maybe she never got published and gets off on having "the ones she taught" get their words pasted in the middle pages of a free hunk of newsprint. I don't know. Freud would say it was the second one. But that's just Freud...


Anyway, slacker didn't write anything. He normally doesn't. Acutally, that's not true. He wrote one poem. And now is trying to compose a second in an obscure Chinese style-sonnet. He says he's not spying on what I'm writing, but I know he's lying and reading every word. This is for you slacker: STOP!!!! FU** OFF! He takes a great deal of pleasure in pissing crotheco off. He doesn't do his work, and she gets ultimately angry, and from an third person's point of view, it is incredibly hilarious.


This is where existentialism comes in. Slacker is never going to do his work, because he is a slacker, and crotheco continues to get mad at him for what purpose? There is none. Technically, there isn't even a purpose to me writing this retarted blog with a funny title, but for some reason I keep doing it. LIke sisiphys pushing his rock up the hill, it is utterly useless, but for some obscure reason, gives me satisfaction.


This is where the fantasty adventure game, Dungeons and Dragons comes in. Last week, D&D asked me to play with him. He and slacker are trying to start a campaign and need more people. I'm more people. They asked me to play. For some reason, I said yes. How bad could it be? I drew a character and everything. And now they're dorking it up while I write, speaking about charisma points, and intelligence points, and how slacker's character is basically a big, ugly, dumb bitch.


Dungeons and Dragons has no relevance in the real world. It does nothing except suck away the time of those who are playing it. It doesn't even contribute to the illusionary purpose of existence that people create in their minds to counteract the utter despair of the stark truths of existentialism. We role the dice, we take down the numbers. D&D calls the shots, being dungeon master. Slacker is an illiterate half-orc. For some reason, I thought being a half-elf would be okay. I've never played this game, but my parents have. It is the creation of an illsionary world with illusionary purpose within the already created illusionary world of illusionary purpose. A world within a world. It makes my head hurt.


Existentially, it would be easier just to get hit by an express train.