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ladyspriteSo. I just got home from an SCA event, not too long ago. It was moderately fun, and I suppose I should be in a bouncy-good mood. There was singing, and socializing, and stitchery, and it was nice enough to see people. I even managed to recover from the fact that the off-board accomodations were.... well.... in the interests of civility, I'll just say that they were not very accomodating. But that was then and this is now, and it doesn't matter in the long run.
Anyway, we talked and we danced and I suppose I had a good time, I guess. But all I feel is... enh. It passed the time. So would staying home and watching soup simmer. I look around, and I don't recognize half of the faces, and most of the ones I do recognize just nod and smile, and move on. I feel like they're saying hello to me out of a sense of pity or obligation more than anything else - 'Oh yeah, her - I guess I owe her one dance, then I can safely ignore her for the rest of the night.' And we make noise about getting together to do this or that, but it never happens.
I know it's mostly my fault - all I really do anymore is dance practice. It's hard to do anything else, working nights. I've tried to offer to help with other things, but it's almost as if in order to be allowed to even help you need a reputation as a Major Mover and Shaker - I get brushed off and forgotten. Which is only fair, I suppose. They really should give precedence to people they know, who have already established themselves as part of the group. And whether or not that's the case, I'm incredibly not good at making myself noticeable - I'm just not able to metaphorically jump up and down and wave my arms in the air and shout, 'Hey, look at me, I'm cool and I want to be part of this!' I'm much more the sort to sit in a corner and wait for someone to find me, even though I know this doesn't really work.
Dance practice. One night a week. Not that much of a time commitment, I suppose, but I'm starting to wonder if it's really worth it. I'm just making myself mopey by trying to go to events, and there's no real point in going to practice if I'm not going to ever actually dance. I could spend the time painting my nails, or finding a part-time job, or renting movies to watch with my sweetie.
I just don't know. This is going to require a lot more thought than I can muster at the moment. I don't *think* I want to stop, but I don't know if I'm capable of staying, either.
Anyway, we talked and we danced and I suppose I had a good time, I guess. But all I feel is... enh. It passed the time. So would staying home and watching soup simmer. I look around, and I don't recognize half of the faces, and most of the ones I do recognize just nod and smile, and move on. I feel like they're saying hello to me out of a sense of pity or obligation more than anything else - 'Oh yeah, her - I guess I owe her one dance, then I can safely ignore her for the rest of the night.' And we make noise about getting together to do this or that, but it never happens.
I know it's mostly my fault - all I really do anymore is dance practice. It's hard to do anything else, working nights. I've tried to offer to help with other things, but it's almost as if in order to be allowed to even help you need a reputation as a Major Mover and Shaker - I get brushed off and forgotten. Which is only fair, I suppose. They really should give precedence to people they know, who have already established themselves as part of the group. And whether or not that's the case, I'm incredibly not good at making myself noticeable - I'm just not able to metaphorically jump up and down and wave my arms in the air and shout, 'Hey, look at me, I'm cool and I want to be part of this!' I'm much more the sort to sit in a corner and wait for someone to find me, even though I know this doesn't really work.
Dance practice. One night a week. Not that much of a time commitment, I suppose, but I'm starting to wonder if it's really worth it. I'm just making myself mopey by trying to go to events, and there's no real point in going to practice if I'm not going to ever actually dance. I could spend the time painting my nails, or finding a part-time job, or renting movies to watch with my sweetie.
I just don't know. This is going to require a lot more thought than I can muster at the moment. I don't *think* I want to stop, but I don't know if I'm capable of staying, either.
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Date: 2002-11-17 07:53 am (UTC)That said, Beth and I had a pretty good time there for about two years. I never fought, but I enjoyed the feasts, the dancing, and the bardic circles. Beth enjoyed the cooking and crafts. We finally left because we felt we had been treated unfairly by the local baron and leaving was the only way to express our discontent. No elections.
My experience has been that it frequently takes a significant amount of time, on the close order of several years, to make a place in a small social group. (Beth and I are still working on finding a place here after two and a half years. (g)) If the activities are worthwhile to you, go ahead and hang in there and spend the time. Otherwise, taper off gradually as you find other activities that are more fun.