So, I’ll say this again:
I, a minimum wage public library worker who lives alone and pays all my own bills, will not ever be able to afford to attend a con, let alone pay for ops, a room, or merch… oh or a way there since I live in the middle of nowhere.
I am HAPPY for those who get the chance to go, even the ones who have gone hundreds of times. Good for you. I hope you get to go until they stop doing it, honestly.
I just get sad sometimes because I’d love nothing more than to get a hug from my faves and have something to remember them by, but it’s not a possibility for some people and it does hurt something deep within me.
I just want to let others know that are like me, that you are not alone and I’m very sorry. I hope you the chance one day, but if you don’t get to like I won’t, I’m sending you air hugs. You’re allowed to be sad about it and it doesn’t make you any less of a fan than the ones who are there every weekend.
Much love 🩷
P.S. this is NOT a jab at people who do go, because without you, we’d have no content. I appreciate you. This is for those like me who feel defeated and sad. That’s all.
I’m am profoundly beholden and graced by the eloquence of those who nominated me.
All my love,
Jake
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