I've spent the last week lurking at the Enforcer forums- (I was an Enforcer, one of the volunteers)- lurking, harvesting pictures and videos, trying to relive it. I spent two days fully immersed in gamer culture, and the world outside of it is suddenly that much harder to take.
No matter what you liked, there was someone else there who liked it too, and probably was dressed up like them. You were not weird.
A lot of being a manic pixie dream girl is the fact that we are weird. Most of the world sees us as strange, buzzy, wonderful creatures, but strange. Always strange. So entertaining, so enlightening, in our strangeness. We are Other. We are not like Them.
Come to PAX. We are like them. We are all strange and wonderful.
I miss it.
I don't have much else to say, so I'll steal from Mr. Crusher:
"I was completely exhausted by the end of the day on Sunday - but not sick! HA! HA! I WIN AT NOT GETTING SICK AT PAX! - and as I sat on my bed in the hotel, zoning out at something stupid on television while my HP and Manna bars slowly climbed out of the red, I began to feel a familiar sense of ennui. I feel this way every time a PAX is over: a sense of sadness and loss that I've never really been able to identify more eloquently than "post-PAX blues." A fellow PAX attendee e-mailed me this morning, though, and summed up the feeling in one word: Homesickness. I'm home, yet I feel homesick. I know that may sound weird, but it perfectly sums up how I feel today."
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