You know when I got back into the SCA after never quite getting involved when first introduced, I never thought it would consume me so fully. Is it right that I allow it to almost exclusively rule my life? I don’t know the answer to that, but I do know that it virtually does.
I was introduced to the SCA about 14 or 15 years ago, when a friend dragged me along to a feast. It was a small church hall with beautiful stone architecture. I cannot even remember what suburb it was in now, but I’m sure I would know it if I saw it again. This site seemed perfect for a medieval feast, though my memory of it may be skewed by a fantasy of such a wonderful night. Time has a way of building on memories and turning them into something so much better. My memory is of stone or slate tiled floors, of heavy wooden benches, of stained glass windows, of a podium with a high table, and huge tapestries. It was a fun night, and I met a few people who are still around today.
So what happened between that wonderful night and last Cold war that kept me away for so long? Did I get involved at all?
The SCA is hardly a bad thing to have figuring so highly in your life. There are so very many worse things… You’re having fun and harming no one, and I’m certain you’re in fact doing positive things.
Oh I know!
Read Part2 of the story to see that I came to the same conclusion…
What positive things? I create stuff, sometimes that stuff is intangible digital garbage.
Othertimes it’s just stuff for me. 