Thank you. Because, hereās the thing, I literally tried that. And this sounds really dramatic but it kind of ruined my life for a long time.
Once I got out of grad-school and started working, at exactly age 25, I figured it was time to get serious because I was ātoo old for this stuffā and frankly I was afraid of being judged.Ā
I sold all my comics, I stopped reading fanfiction, I stopped playing video games. All of it.Ā Itās not that I never, ever watched anything āgeekyā or spent a weekend binge-reading a kink-meme, but when I did, it was rare and Iād feel guilty about it like it was time wasted. Iād keep it all to myself, you know?Ā And without any kind of inspiration, I eventually stopped drawing. After all, I didnāt need it for myĀ āserious job,ā so why bother? Unfortunately, my former skill is so atrophied now itās nearly lost, but worse than that, itās stressful now instead of the thing I loved to do for most of my life.
What was I doing instead? Well, Iād work my miserable, toxic job, come home and worry about how far behind everyone else I was, and how weird I was compared to all my colleagues. Iād go out with people and do the things they liked doing, but I only pretended to. But Iām not great at that and pretending to be someone else ate me alive.Ā Unsurprisingly,Ā by 31, my anxiety and depression was not in a great place, and I fuckinā snapped. Not just because of this stuff, of course, but it honestly contributed. I quit my job and left town.
Suddenly I was completely alone, no job, no friends, and no reason to pretend to be someone else. So, I started doing all the things Iād given up.Ā I read all the fanfiction I wanted, I bought a Playstation and an SNES and played them for hours. I bought back every comic book I loved, watched every Marvel movie I missed, and caught up on my favorite characters. I started traveling around just going to cons for the first time (NYCC, GeekGirlCon, DragonCon, etc). In fact, at @geekgirlcon and DragonCon especially, I saw groups of women who were 60+, just fucking enjoying things, and it made me feel so much better about my future. Iām not even joking, I literally cry every time I think about it, because I never realized how scared I was about aging in a world that thinks Iām already a decade too old for the things I love. Suddenly, that wasnāt so scary.Ā
And then I just stopped pretending that I wasnāt into this stuff. I mean all of it, even the stuff no one understand, even the stuff people openly make fun of,Ā even smutty fanfiction.Ā
And look, Iām not saying this cured my depression, or that everything is perfect. For one, I picked a city thatās awful for geeks and Iām trying to figure out where to move and how. For another, I lost six years of making like-minded friends, and itās hard to find them now because weāre all so worried about being judged and online ā the space that was always a refuge for me as a loner weirdo growing up ā is now apparently a Children of the Corn. But Iām happier here, actually fucking liking things, than being the unobjectionable robot woman Iām apparently supposed to be.Ā
I donāt expect anyone to actually be interested in this, or have gotten this far, but because Iām having feelings about turning 36 on Monday, I just want to tell anyone who is about to turn 25 that you should just tell people to go fuck themselves. Itās your life. Youāre going to offend people no matter what you do, at least choose the direction that makes you happiest,Ā because those people certainly arenāt going to pay for your fucking therapist bills, are they?Ā š¦
