Okay, so this is a really weird note to begin this set of comics on, but I had a bit of an epiphany over the course of this weekend.  One of those instances where a bunch of things you already knew individually kind of coalesce into a larger fact that just didn’t dawn on you before.  You know how people go to conventions to be around their fellow geeks and celebrate fandom and all that?  I don’t.  I don’t have “fellow geeks” because, quite honestly, I don’t like being around people.  Yes, I sometimes share a common interest with other people, and the mutual participation in events pertaining to that interest can certainly create what LOOKS like a friendly relationship with those people, but the second that activity is removed, whatever connection I might have had with those people goes with it.  I started going to conventions because of my interest in certain strains of Japanese animation, and as an entirely secondary detail, there happened to be other people there at the same time as me.  Quite frankly, interacting with other humans is a thing I go to cons in SPITE of, not because of.  Oh, I’ve been well aware of my own sociopathy for a long time, but for whatever reason, something about how I relate to conventions only just clicked over this weekend.

See, here’s the thing: Ret-Con is not an anime convention, but a science fiction convention, and while a sizable percentage of the things I enjoy are scifi-related in one way or another, there’s still a whole lot of stuff in the broader scifi fandom that does nothing for me.  Plenty of other people, sure, but not me.  Thus, I walked into this weekend at a major disadvantage.  Yeah, I know, I complain about conventions not doing stuff that interests me all the freaking time, including the last time I was at this very hotel.  But that’s what the whole rambling preamble up there is about: I’ve not been properly accounting for the fact that I just don’t really enjoy the act of being a room with a bunch of other people in the first place.  Or, at the very least, I’ve been kinda spoiled by the number of times where there were enough things that interested me to distract me from that foundational dislike.  All that to say, I found myself making a concerted effort this weekend to not hold it against the con that I’M a weird, antisocial misfit who just doesn’t enjoy the presence of others.  Or, put another way, to try and be better about separating fair and justified annoyance rising naturally out of a given situation from preexisting annoyance that I brought in the door with me, especially in a situation where there’s fewer things to distract me and prevent the latter from building up.

But the best thing about ALL THAT rambling up there is that there’s a pretty massive exception to just about everything I just said, and certain people aware of how this weekend ENDED already know what it is.  The rest of you, though, will just need to read the rest and find out!