Pre-Trip Info, Plans And Jitters
24 hours from now I will be on an overnight flight to Chicago, on my way to Madison. I'll spend about a week with the folks before Wiscon. I'm nervous about the flight, as always.
Before the con last year, I got a Twitter account. I wanted to be able to find people, and know what was going on. But even something as simple as Twitter is beyond my reckoning. I was shown how to use it, but the lesson didn't stick. I don't remember how to make posts or comments. I still read it everyday, though. I follow the posts of the coolest people in the world, and I feel like I'm eavesdropping because:
A) I don't know how to leave a comment.
B) I don't have anything interesting to say to these cool people.
Being in an overall bad place, I just feel weird about the whole thing. I want to see people, and I know people want to see me, but I always feel like I have to beg for dinner invites and face time. Nobody really seeks me out. I'm fine to hang out with, but I'm not anyone's first choice. I've felt this way about Wiscon for a number of years, sometimes I can beat the feeling back, but it's really strong right now.
I'm worried about a lot of things, really. The flight. Money things. Health issues. Social things.
Anyway, I'll be in Madison Friday afternoon. And I'll probably feel better once I get there.
Before the con last year, I got a Twitter account. I wanted to be able to find people, and know what was going on. But even something as simple as Twitter is beyond my reckoning. I was shown how to use it, but the lesson didn't stick. I don't remember how to make posts or comments. I still read it everyday, though. I follow the posts of the coolest people in the world, and I feel like I'm eavesdropping because:
A) I don't know how to leave a comment.
B) I don't have anything interesting to say to these cool people.
Being in an overall bad place, I just feel weird about the whole thing. I want to see people, and I know people want to see me, but I always feel like I have to beg for dinner invites and face time. Nobody really seeks me out. I'm fine to hang out with, but I'm not anyone's first choice. I've felt this way about Wiscon for a number of years, sometimes I can beat the feeling back, but it's really strong right now.
I'm worried about a lot of things, really. The flight. Money things. Health issues. Social things.
Anyway, I'll be in Madison Friday afternoon. And I'll probably feel better once I get there.