A Furry Love Story - Back to Reality
#6 of Scraps
For the rest of the convention, I spent my time familiarising myself with the furry community. A lot of people were interested in me, but in a completely different way. They were more interested in my life than they were my beliefs. For once I could get away from the politics and headlines. For once I could stop being so serious and actually talk to people and focus on other things. I feel like this at every furry convention I've ever been to. Though I go to a place that has a shared interest in fictional animals, I feel more human than anywhere else I go. I feel a lot less lonely knowing that we have a common interest. People were being a lot more friendly than the people I meet in real life.
The sad truth was, up until that point, I hardly met anyone at all. Writing articles all day is not a very socialising career. All you do is sit in front of a screen and type, hoping that someone will read it. Often there's inflammatory rhetoric, and the goal is to get more people to read and respond. I also felt uncomfortable every time I had to go on camera, regardless for which channel. I hate being on camera because I feel like I'm going to screw up. Even when I'm interviewed on a network more friendly to my political views, I can't help but think of the viewers and what they think of me. Sometimes I'm on with a person trying to present the other side, what I feel is the wrong side, and that's always way outside of my comfort zone. It's not unusual for me to hyperventilate and start shaking afterwards.
I've been at a speeches. I've met politicians, political people, and religious leaders. However, politics is and always will be lacking of any heart and soul. There is no sense of self. There is no compassion or caring. There is only fighting and it never stops. I wish things would be different, but it's just human nature. Animals don't have time to deal with this crap day after day. All they care about is survival.
At FuzzyCon, and at other cons of the sort, I found a sort of sanctuary. Eventually Hassan had to put the camera away. There was nothing interesting I was doing, and I knew they were only going to do a breif segment and a short interview. Nothing I was doing was newsworthy, and I felt relief and freedom. I could just be myself for a change.
As their Guest of Honor, was obliged to eat at their meal. They served hotdish casserole and some sort of fish. I felt both flattered and freightened at the same time. These people have been following me since my birth, and I was never aware of it until I got Maria's message. These were the people that inspired my creation; they may have even been the reason for it.
I remember seeing a stand in the dealer's area. It was for the New Genesis Project. My heart sank and I felt quite worried. If I was alone, I wasn't going to be much longer.