I really ought to stop reading con reports

[figmo]

It rarely fails to happen:

1. I go to a con.
2. I feel good for having gone to the con and having had a good time.
3. I read the con reports, see myself totally absent, and get really depressed.

This continuously amazes me, given that I've done some things over the years I thought were highly conspicuous. I once coordinated the smuggling of a sousaphone into OVFF. I have run cons. I have done concerts complete with costume changes and choreography. I've tried to make a sanitary napkin with wings fly while on stage. I've brought an insufferably cute dog to cons.

This time even the dog didn't get mentioned.

Comments

[mrlogic.livejournal.com]

I ended up making a post similar to yours, but for a different reason ... there was a particular person I hoped would mention me in a conreport, and it didn't happen. This was personally disappointing, not just relevant to egoboo or "validation". It was kind of like getting the brush-off.

*hugs*

Posting this is a bit Heisenbergian: I don't want this post to influence anyone's behavior or choices in their conreports. What's done is done. I also don't want to seem whiny. In general I don't care that much whether I'm mentioned or not, and I wouldn't want anyone to make a decision about his/her conreport based on consideration of my (or anyone's) feelings.