We made a bit of a last-minute decision to go to a local comic convention this weekend. For once, there was no stressing out about outfits, as we just wore the Star Wars cosplay that we put together for the previous con, so that was nice. We got in, met up with some friends, and wandered around taking in the scene and the others picked up some books and art. I'm not super into comics, but I had a good time seeing other cosplay ideas (I counted 85 Harley Quinns of varying eras and accuracies). On the way home, as my gentleman did his usual "Thank you for coming!" that I always get when going to stuff he likes, I started thinking about why I go... and why I don't mind.
I am definitely not a type A personality, but I do tend to track a number of things in my head at any given time, including a schedule of where to be, when, and the consequences for being late; who's in my group, where they went, and whether they're enjoying themselves; and whether I and my group are blocking traffic, causing chaos, or otherwise being disruptive or not.
While I still do a little bit of that at these cons, it feels like a lot of the pressure is off, because a) I'm not responsible for everyone being here, and thus, whether people are having a good time, and b) I'm not on a schedule, so I literally have nothing that needs done/checked/arrived by/ sorted/ what have you. I can just show up, enjoy, and head home when everything's done and people start getting tired. It's rather freeing, and quite enjoyable. So while I appreciate the thanks from the gentleman, it's also a nice little break for me, even if I don't get into the actual purpose of the con.
