Registered for Wiscon today. I'd been back and forth about going for awhile, but Jackie was looking for a roommate, and *I* was looking for a roommate, and it started to seem like a good idea again.
So, it's on.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Well, That's Done
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Well, I would've been bummed if you didn't go.
Hmmm. I think I'll sit this one out this year. I think I do them wrong or something.
There's really no wrong way to do Wiscon, just ways that work for you and ways that don't.
For instance, I tried really hard to spend more time socializing last year, and that was really hideous and uncomfortable for me.
I'm one of the feeeeeeeew people who actually prefers going to panels to going to parties.
I plan to spend most time on panels or attending panels. I think I've burned myself out on socializing. It just feels way too much like highschool.
Parties are fine if I can find a couple of people I know reasonably well and/or who are fairly easy/interesting to talk to. And then HIDE IN THE CORNER WITH THEM. That's okay.
(Last year it finally occurred to me that the all of those aloof, standoffish, clique-ish "cool" people? Are mostly just shy and shell-shocked and overwhelmed, and hiding out in their comfort zones as a result.)
I like readings. Readings are the hidden gemstones.
And hiding out in the coffee shop writing. That's nice too.
I like holding my breath under the ice in the bathtub and grabbing people when they grab a beer. It's not very Wiscon-y, but that's how I bump.
Greg, I'm trying to decide if that is a sign of extreme introversion or pathological extroversion.
You have identified the central fissure in my psyche.
In the end, it's just been causing me more stress and angst than I get back in fun and socializing. This is sort of a personal failing on my part: chatting people up gets exhausting.
It's also why I hate "dating." Too many interviews, not enough comfortable companionship.
People carrying on and laughing forcefully usually confuses and disorients me. How people know what to say in conversations might be beyond me forever.
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