I went to a furmeet in Dayton.

I have to say that before I went I was the most unenthusiastic I've ever been before a meet.
In the end I enjoyed bowling and the random shenanigans that happened, but after the meet I am back to where I was before.

I dunno, I think my interest in furries is waning, or perhaps it's my interest in everything in general.

After a year of actually meeting people, dating in the fandom (very few actual dates :'( ), and in general being semi active in my local furry community, I've gotten quite a few new friends. I can't see me leaving the fandom, but I can see me taking a break.

I'm actually getting tired of looking for a mate. I don't really need anyone to complete me, as I am a whole being by myself. Before a year ago I never tasted anything that resembles a real relationship, but now that I know what it may feel like... I dunno.

I've been told if anyone deserves a mate, it's me. I disagree. I don't deserve someone. I don't deserve anything really. My life seems to be geared on luck. I'm lucky to have a job. I'm lucky to have parents that helped me out growing up and through college (I think that would've been a different story if I told them certain parts of my life). I'm lucky to even have the friends I currently have.

I'm sure this is way too long for most of you to get to this point, so I'll stop getting emo on your monitors now. I love you, my friends. I wouldn't trade you for the world!

For the record... all this talk about luck is against my nature.