I’ll take a break from publishing talk this week. I want to talk about sharing our hobby with others.
I must admit that I don’t jump out and tell other people that I’m a “gamer”, that I spend a decent amount of my spare time buying, publishing, playing, reading about, discussing, and, er, blogging about boardgames. I still have a certain amount of reservation that other people will think I’m more of a geek than they first believed when they met me. I usually look for some opening, some weakness, some off-chance that the other person might also have a geek streak that I can exploit by explaining my hobby.
Why is it that I’m so reserved on this topic, but I’m willing to freely admit that I teach chess at school, love to golf, am a Cubmaster at our local Cub Scout pack, or coach the Lego robotics team? What dark secret is in my past that makes me feel a bit, well, embarrassed that this a passion of mine?
And don’t even get me started about telling people that I travel to Indianapolis to spend time with my family and, oh by the way, 4 days at GenCon. Our that I’m going to Germany soon to spend two weeks, 6 days of which will involve being an exhibitor at the Essen Spiel fair? It’s not that I hide it, its just that I’m not quick to volunteer it. This is especially the case when I’m standing around at Matthew’s football practice with a bunch of other football dads living vicariously through our sons and wishing we could still strap on the pads and butt heads like mountain goats.
What sort of treatment do I need in order to free myself of this repressed anxiety about evangelizing my love for games?