I mentioned at the start of the year that I was hoping to meet Casey Mongillo.
I'm shocked to say I did so.
I made them a thank you card.
And bought them a cute hat.
They voice Scorbunny, if that wasn't clear.
Casey also voices other characters I love.
It was a goal to buy this print from them in person.
I look like hell because:
1. I felt like hell (see commentary below).
2. I had cried all of my makeup off by noon.
I went to the table twice, thus two pics.
My shirt says "I'd rather be voice acting."
If you've followed the blog long enough,
you know I mentioned this interest years ago.
(My entire face is covered here, lol. Oops.)
I don't know how much I should say about this experience. Casey was patient with me, and let me tell you something, I was a f*****g mess. A few of my conditions (migraine, muscle disease, and IBS) were in full force, and I was in agony. It was nearly impossible to pretend I wasn't. I was also a ball of nerves, as I always am around new people, but especially Casey because they mean something to me, and I am terminally emo. Been that way all my life. There's no changing me, so I might as well not apologize for it. Anyway, I felt disastrous on Friday, so I went back on Saturday. I'm really glad I did. They are so so lovely, and a little sassy, and pretty much the same person they are online, with some added shyness (which is perfectly fine and endearing...God knows I understand that). I have followed them for a while, and learned some things about myself that I'm not going to get into here. Maybe I'll talk about it later in another blog post, or consider a video blog sometime, if I am brave enough.
Let's goooooooo! I also met Kira Buckland,
whose voice I hear every day in the games I play.
Too cool for school. I gave her a Pokemon card.
My mobility was going downhill fast by mid-afternoon Saturday. I decided to cut things short and start driving home. Due to the crowd, I ended up having to park a few blocks away and had to walk (on my walker, of course) to and from the car. It was absolutely exhausting. Sadly, I am notoriously bad at navigation, and walked the wrong way when I left. I turned around, and walked the other direction until I found the correct parking garage. Queue the epic meltdown of doom when I reached my car. I was so tired, and in pain, and frustrated with being alive and crying WHY IS EVERYTHING SO FREAKING HARD and WHY AM I FORCED TO LIVE IN THIS PRISON OF A BODY THAT HAS RUINED MY LIFE and THANK YOU JESUS OR WHOEVER FOR HELPING ME FIND MY CAR IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN CITY. I AM SO ANGRY. I HATE EVERYTHING. *WEEP*
Something like that. I don't remember the exact words I unloaded into the lonely parking garage. These kind of episodes almost never happen to me, but I was broken at that point and lost all ability to cope. People who have panic attacks get it. I know I'm not alone.
I bought myself flowers after arriving home.
I earned them. I also cried a lot, and napped.
It was hard, but I'm grateful I went through with it. I was determined to support Casey at their first event in my state. I don't expect them to understand it. They don't know the trauma I've endured for simply being born the way I am, but I know they are a survivor too and their openness has reached into my soul and changed me in ways I cannot adequately express. I had to be there. Migraines and muscular dystrophy and social anxiety be damned, the fires of hell could not have kept me from it.
