FogCon 3
Ok, before I get too far from it, con report!
We got into town on Thursday, which was very nice, because we had all morning Friday to relax, and we also got to have a lovely conversation over dinner & drinks with Daniel and Wendy, who probably have LJ names but I don't know them.
The theme of the con this year was Law and Order, for reference.
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I was at my locker one day, and the stoner with the locker next to mine said something about how much he hated that place. I agreed with heartfelt fervor. And he was stunned. Just knocked over. Asked one of his friends to come hear what I had to say. Which I gladly repeated, because high school: mine sucked. I was miserable. I made no secret of it.
He had assumed that high school sucked for him because it was made for me. That because I was the valedictorian and supernerd, this was my setting, my place, and all the stuff that sucked for people who struggled, like him, was not there for people who soared through it all, like me. When he found out that it sucked for me also, he was completely blown away. His cynicism was, if anything, enhanced--but so was his sense of solidarity. We were minor-grade pals from then on. We were in it together. And the fact that I went around winning shit did not mean that the situation was in any way good for me, or beneficial, or enjoyable. We were both stuck.
It can be like that on a much larger scale.
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