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Dear lord...
12 years ago
I love my friends. They couldn't be here with me this weekend for so many reasons, so I'm here by myself, but they've still made this whole thing (and my first fursuit) so much better.
It's ridiculous. I'm so damn grateful and just...content which, mind you, is something that rarely ever happens to me.
I have not had the people-induced panic attack(s) that I was so sure I would have, being out of town all alone, surrounded by hundreds of strangers and strangers-that-aren't-really-strangers-because-I-know-your-suit/character-omg at any given time. I do have social anxiety disorder...but it kicks in most often when I'm tossed into a situation that I don't actually want to be in.
Midwest Furfest? This is something I wanted and a lot of people in a lot of places came together to make it pretty much perfect. No, I'm not wearing the badges that were created for me and, no, I don't have paws at the moment because, let's face it, my luck isn't the best, but it's still all working out pretty brilliantly.
I've walked until my feet were screaming and then walked some more, spent more money than I rightfully should have (but let's face it, the con isn't over yet and I was thinking about selling that Dark Natasha print to someone, but I think I'll keep it instead because A) I am an asshole like that, apparently, and B) I've been a fan of Natasha for a long damn time), gotten Foxfeather totems, repeatedly died of cute, died of cute times three, sweated into my eyes in my first suit, laughed until I nearly fell out of my chair, shaken Uncle Kage's hand, heard some beautiful music, and discovered that I can finally touch my toes with relative ease (not entirely con-related, but still amazing news because weight-loss means I'm on my way to my first full suit).
And it is still not over.
I may have to try to spring for a shiny sponsorship to this thing next year because I am just that in love with it all. I will be back and I will be bringing friends. But for now, I must obey the 621 rule. There would be a second shower in it for me tonight, but my ankles are pissed at me, so standing up is a very bad idea right now.
Time to sleep so I can make some more memories.
It's ridiculous. I'm so damn grateful and just...content which, mind you, is something that rarely ever happens to me.
I have not had the people-induced panic attack(s) that I was so sure I would have, being out of town all alone, surrounded by hundreds of strangers and strangers-that-aren't-really-strangers-because-I-know-your-suit/character-omg at any given time. I do have social anxiety disorder...but it kicks in most often when I'm tossed into a situation that I don't actually want to be in.
Midwest Furfest? This is something I wanted and a lot of people in a lot of places came together to make it pretty much perfect. No, I'm not wearing the badges that were created for me and, no, I don't have paws at the moment because, let's face it, my luck isn't the best, but it's still all working out pretty brilliantly.
I've walked until my feet were screaming and then walked some more, spent more money than I rightfully should have (but let's face it, the con isn't over yet and I was thinking about selling that Dark Natasha print to someone, but I think I'll keep it instead because A) I am an asshole like that, apparently, and B) I've been a fan of Natasha for a long damn time), gotten Foxfeather totems, repeatedly died of cute, died of cute times three, sweated into my eyes in my first suit, laughed until I nearly fell out of my chair, shaken Uncle Kage's hand, heard some beautiful music, and discovered that I can finally touch my toes with relative ease (not entirely con-related, but still amazing news because weight-loss means I'm on my way to my first full suit).
And it is still not over.
I may have to try to spring for a shiny sponsorship to this thing next year because I am just that in love with it all. I will be back and I will be bringing friends. But for now, I must obey the 621 rule. There would be a second shower in it for me tonight, but my ankles are pissed at me, so standing up is a very bad idea right now.
Time to sleep so I can make some more memories.
