I used to work at these comic shows because I needed the money and it's a good excuse to travel on the cheap, but the thrill is gone. Very, very gone.
All my old friends seem like they're being crushed under the weight of adult problems-marriage/mortgage/children/infidelity/addiction/divorce/arrests- all while being immersed in an industry that can, at best, be called 'Juvenile'.I feel awful, worse than before I left.
Imagine seeing an old friend, someone you truly love and admire, for the first time in years-petty cool, eh?
Thirty seconds into the reunion, he drops a Nagasaki-scale confession(about his girlfriend) on me and eventually asks me for advice on how to deal with this issue( i'm not sayin').
I can give advice about setting up your stereo, NFL teams to bet on or how to cook the perfect omelet, but never ask my advice on relationships. Anything I could say would be wrong.
This went on and on- even this girl at the pizza place I was grabbing subs and beer at told me about her problems. Her boyfriend worked there , so I gave him a free pass to the show and he 'comped' the food/bev. I love the barter system!
As I write this , it strikes me that she just really needed to talk to someone who was completely outside her circle of friends and family,yet gave a shit. It was kinda touching (i can be a sappy guy sometimes)and made me feel like I helped put a little good into the world.
I was planning on writing a sarcastic account of the Comic Show, but I don't feel angry or cruel ;I feel drained and conflicted.I used to vent my aggression on the buying public and they would buy tons of stuff. This year I told my boss I was leaving early. He was ok with it. He has a high threshold for insubordination.