the state

[baronessekat]

I haven't posted my glad game in a couple weeks. I really should but just can't be bothered.

I haven't posted the weekly topic lately. Need to do that.

I have some sewing still to do before war. It will get done. Eventually.

I need to pull out the war garb bin and go through it and find what garb I need to take out and/or add.

I see people posting about how excited they are getting for war to happen. I recall fondly of those years where I got the excited butterfly-stomach feeling when thinking that War was only X days away. But I just don't have it anymore. I haven't for a while. I don't know if it is because the dynamics in camp are so different now, or I've just gotten older or more cynical or what. I know that I will enjoy war when I get there and see people that I haven't seen in ages, when I get to sit just outside Point and watch Pennsic wake up, when I sit in a golf cart for the first time this year. But right now when I think of Pennsic, the only thought I have is "meh".

I just can't drum up the excitement. And that kind of saddens me.

Comments

[much-ado.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you've hit the "BT;DT2ManyTimes" point, where it's the same work for the same (or diminishing) returns, year after year. And if you're already feeling at all depressed in general, overcoming the hump to get to the goal, doesn't seem worth it.

As vacations go, it's a known entity, and unlike going to a resort or even a cottage, it's a lot of work to get there and get back, and not a lot of the excitable, exciting fun that it once was. I forget *when*, exactly, I hit that point, but I know that I've hit it a couple of times, each time decreasing the urge to go. (This year was a little different, for a bunch of largely-trivial reasons.)

I hope that someday you either rekindle the joy somehow, or find other things to do that provide you what Pennsic used to, and find joy that way instead.

[cypherindigo.livejournal.com]

I get in on the first Thursday, hopefully early afternoon. I will probably not be worth much of anything after the drive and getting my crap unloaded and put away.

I am looking forward to seeing you and the other Ladies.

Love you

[emt-hawk.livejournal.com]

It comes from working too much at Pennsic.

We see the "pale, white, underbelly" of the beast.

It's the kid who comes up to report that he was beaten up outside a party and had his drum stolen.

It's the times that we catch criminals on site, or have to deal with a "domestic dispute" because two people, or worse yet, husband/wife decide that they can't camp together any more, and they need to be separated, but they can't stop poking each other.

It's the times we have to go talk to a party that has gone on too long in the zone that they're in.

It's the times that we have some person who hasn't read their Pennsic manual come in because they got hassled by a Cooper or a Watch member over where their fire is located, or some other land-based idiocy.

A few years where that is the task to resolve is OK, but too many years of staring into the abyss, and the abyss comes and complains because his vacation is being ruined because he can't throw white gas on his fire, or because his gauntlet got lost when he was shitfaced or unconscious because he was having heat exhaustion problems, or he didn't take his meds.

--H