A few years ago, I read a tip on LifeHacker about stopping a mosquito bite from itching by putting a piece of Scotch Tape over it.
I went to a friend’s birthday BBQ last night, and wound up with multiple mosquito bites on my right arm/hand– and this morning I was ready to try anything to stop the itching. So I gave that old Lifehacker tip a try, and it’s gotten me through most of my day with minimal itching and discomfort. Since the tape is transparent, most people don’t even notice it.
I’m not looking forward to when I need to rip the tape off, though . . . because my forearms tend to be kind of hairy. :-/
Guess who isn’t going to Awesome Con?
That’s right. This guy. :-/
My left brain can rationalize this as “not spending money when you’ve got thousands of dollars in medical bills and home improvement projects pending.” And that’s both truthful and practical.
But the silly truth is, the idea of attending a convention now makes me uncomfortable. Large crowd, a sea of strangers, many dressed up as characters that I certainly won’t recognize. (I’m woefully out of touch with comics/graphic novels these days, and so far behind on my tv show/movies I still haven’t seen Avengers: Age of Ultron yet.) I’m not worried I’ll be harassed for not being a cosplayer or a fanboy– I’m sure the Awesome Con crowd are nice folks.
It’s just the idea of navigating among and interacting with all those people is exhausting and nerve-fraying. It didn’t used to be this way.