Went to Connecticon last weekend and took this picture: ConnecticonFromStairs

I very rarely take photos, but I got a new camera so here was a good place to test it out. Turns out this is a pretty good spot to sit and watch. You can see the almost the entire floor from these stairs and during the middle of the day the place is packed with people. I really like watching people these days, especially at conventions. Not sure when this became a fancy of mine. I like compiling data and learning about things I do not know nor understand. In that sense observing people is just an extension of my desire to learn. Consider it my attempt to gain insight on how people other than myself interact. It is a bit more than that though, it is a little glimpse into the lives of others. It is watching how a person waves to someone they know, how they carry a backpack or purse, what they do with their hands. All these little micro-movements, these tiny gestures tell a lot about a person. Maybe they favor a particular leg or they add a little regal flourish when they go in for a handshake. It is the story of their life demonstrated through their physical actions. How a person acts tells so much about them and we constantly ignore it. The way a person moves is a story, a play, and from my perch on those stairs I can see so many stories in motion below me.

And yet, upon seeing so much I am saddened. Because this flicker of motion is all I will ever get to experience with most of the people here. I could spend all day meeting each person, or better yet, I could have a booth and a line for every congoer to go through (a congo line if you will). Even with all that I still could not meet everyone, not even a tenth. It is that realization that spreads like the night on a summer eve every convention Sunday. You are going to leave, waiting for your train, badge hidden away in a pocket somewhere when you remember what just happened. I had a chance to meet so many people and I met so few. So many people with shared interests and common ground. So many possible friends I failed to see to fruition. It is sad to think of what could have been. Yet consider the alternative. Consider leaving and not being sad. Not being sad because there was no one to meet, because there was no one worth it.

I consider myself an old hat with conventions at this point having been to so many. Each time I leave sad, but that is ok. The time I leave a convention not feeling sad, is the time I stop going to conventions.