Arisia Was.
Jan. 18th, 2010 06:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladyspriteSo. That about sums it up, actually.
Okay, that's exaggerating. But not by much. There was a con. It wasn't bad; it wasn't great. Most of this was because I was stressed and anxious about non-con-related stuff, leaving me predisposed to anxiety and social issues beforehand, but the end result was that, while I mostly avoided spectacular meltdowns and panic attacks, at any given point in time I was expending at least some effort to stay that way.
On the other hand, in spite of that I managed to have a mostly-good time. The panels I was on were interesting, and I managed to make at least a couple of good points on each of them. I got to dress up in fun costumes, leading to my favorite moment of the weekend (walking down the hallway dressed up as Poison Ivy, and almost walking into Harley Quinn and the Joker as Batman approached from the other end of the hallway. Spontaneous awesome roleplay and photo session ensued.). I got to spend at least some time chatting with folks I don't get to see too often, and danced with several of my favorite partners.
I even splurged and bought myself a couple of completely frivolous items, which I don't do too often - a miniature top hat decorated with peach ribbons and beads and feathers, and an utterly gorgeous silk scarf for middle eastern dance. I'm hoping to start getting back into middle eastern dance soon; one of the more surreal moments of the con for me was watching the Belly Dance Show and realizing that, for at least one of the performances, I could do that. I still tend to think of myself as a rank beginner, not good enough to even join a jam session, but... apparently I know more than I think I do.
I will be glad when the con moves, though - much of the stress that happened external to my own brain was due to being in a small, crowded space with a large number of people with variable social skills and little to no easily accessible good, hot food. And ultimately, for all the rough spots, there was fun. And there were cool people who kept me company and gave me nice surprises. And that should be enough for any weekend.
Okay, that's exaggerating. But not by much. There was a con. It wasn't bad; it wasn't great. Most of this was because I was stressed and anxious about non-con-related stuff, leaving me predisposed to anxiety and social issues beforehand, but the end result was that, while I mostly avoided spectacular meltdowns and panic attacks, at any given point in time I was expending at least some effort to stay that way.
On the other hand, in spite of that I managed to have a mostly-good time. The panels I was on were interesting, and I managed to make at least a couple of good points on each of them. I got to dress up in fun costumes, leading to my favorite moment of the weekend (walking down the hallway dressed up as Poison Ivy, and almost walking into Harley Quinn and the Joker as Batman approached from the other end of the hallway. Spontaneous awesome roleplay and photo session ensued.). I got to spend at least some time chatting with folks I don't get to see too often, and danced with several of my favorite partners.
I even splurged and bought myself a couple of completely frivolous items, which I don't do too often - a miniature top hat decorated with peach ribbons and beads and feathers, and an utterly gorgeous silk scarf for middle eastern dance. I'm hoping to start getting back into middle eastern dance soon; one of the more surreal moments of the con for me was watching the Belly Dance Show and realizing that, for at least one of the performances, I could do that. I still tend to think of myself as a rank beginner, not good enough to even join a jam session, but... apparently I know more than I think I do.
I will be glad when the con moves, though - much of the stress that happened external to my own brain was due to being in a small, crowded space with a large number of people with variable social skills and little to no easily accessible good, hot food. And ultimately, for all the rough spots, there was fun. And there were cool people who kept me company and gave me nice surprises. And that should be enough for any weekend.
