This past weekend was the science fiction convention Arisia. And some of you may remember that, last year, I totally burned out and decided that, while I loved everybody involved in Arisia, I was never ever going back again and life was horrible and all that.
Friends convinced me that maybe I wanted to try GOING to the con for once, instead of WORKING it. So, this year, for the first time in maybe six years or so, I actually got to see the FRONT side of the con, the part where the attendees go.
Anyway, let me get to the terrible idea. So, I hadn't figured out where I was going to be sleeping for the con. And I found myself thinking that I didn't want to figure this out, and I thought it was just because I didn't want to deal with it.
But then my brain said to me, no, you aren't listening: I didn't say I don't want to plan out where I'm going to sleep. What I SAID was I want to not plan out where I'm going to sleep.
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Friends convinced me that maybe I wanted to try GOING to the con for once, instead of WORKING it. So, this year, for the first time in maybe six years or so, I actually got to see the FRONT side of the con, the part where the attendees go.
Anyway, let me get to the terrible idea. So, I hadn't figured out where I was going to be sleeping for the con. And I found myself thinking that I didn't want to figure this out, and I thought it was just because I didn't want to deal with it.
But then my brain said to me, no, you aren't listening: I didn't say I don't want to plan out where I'm going to sleep. What I SAID was I want to not plan out where I'm going to sleep.
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