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I retreated into hobbies as an escape from a far more generalized rejection than just that by the opposite sex.

Admittedly, if you have a good woman at your side, you can take on the world, and maybe win a place for yourself.

I am a born mutant; I am cynical, developmentally delayed, have an uneven distribution of abilities that frustrates people around me, and am functionally an inept cretin, who talks people to death about concepts beyond his actual mien.

But I dream.

Sing me a song of the surnames.
Where the heather ran red with quarrelling blood.
Of bastles afire and kinsmen laid low.
And shaggy red cattle away in the snow.

I dream the long nights of watch on the Pele tower, and mistaking the same twisted tree for scotsman eight or nine times, before I give it a name.

I dream I am somewhere else, and somebody else.
It is a diverting game.

it is almost as good as kitbashing with irreplaceable 1980's heroquest miniatures from a partial set find.