So last year I went to my first (and so far, only) convention.
A friend that I’d known online but hadn’t ever met in person was one of the people driving up to go to said convention and I spent most of the weekend hanging out with her.
I would just like to take a moment and say that I am seriously the least scary person that I know. It is really hard to make me angry, I’m pretty nonjudgmental I just… I’m not scary! I’m not! I am somewhat used to people online telling me that they’re afraid of me (until they start talking to me and then we sit together and laugh and laugh at the idea) and I am not entirely sure why. I have a very direct personality but, you know. It’s not like I chase after people yelling about things.
So this friend spends the entire first day flinching(#never gonna live it down) any time I ask her a question and make eye contact. Literally flinching backwards with an expression of extreme horror and dismay. I am an artist and she isn’t and I knew what panels I wanted to go to, but I also know that if someone else isn’t going to take charge of something, I will completely steamroll over them and choose all of the things. So I kept trying to ask her her opinion on what she wanted.
I have never seen anyone make a :c face so well.
Eventually I was like ‘okay she is going to fall over backwards flinching i will just not make eye contact when i ask her a question’ which didn’t work, so I got the schedule and a pencil and decided “OKAY LETS CIRCLE THE THINGS WE WANT TO SEE THROUGH THE DAY AND FIGURE OUT A SCHEDULE FROM THAT. TAKE MY PENCIL. YES I KNOW ITS REALLY LIGHT IM AN ARTIST ITS AN ARTIST PENCIL DID YOU THINK I HAD A NORMAL ONE I DONT.” So we sat down and circled things and I didn’t make eye contact when I asked questions and Phil and I might have tried to see if we could make her giggle until she collapsed in the parking lot at the end by mercilessly teasing her. (I bet we could have.)
Today this friend is leaving me behind to fly up and hang out with one of our other friends (I would go but I was there like a month and a half ago. The dosh, the dosh).
the moral of this story is SO HELP ME ANNE, IF YOU DON’T COWER AWAY FROM ANNE AT LEAST ONCE WHEN YOU MEET HER TODAY THEN I AM GOING TO BE SO. GRUMPY.