jim_p

While I was at Readercon, I picked up a few books... among them was one penned by Leonard Nimoy during the 1970s titled I Am Not Spock. I was surprised to see it for only six bucks in reasonably good shape because it normally lists for much more in Trek memorabilia guides. I bought it, at least in part because it first came out when I was a high-school Trekkie. I passed on it back then because (a) I had very limited funds to spend on books, and (b) I'd rather spend said funds on the next Trek novel or Blish adaptation than on some book where one of the central characters appears to be repudiating the Star Trek experience (I was a hard-core Trekkie through-and-through, even if I didn't sew myself a uniform...)

So I bought the book... and found myself spending the rest of the weekend at least partially transported back to the worst parts of my teenhood experience. My social anxiety flared up massively; I felt I couldn't talk to anybody I didn't already know without an introduction because I was convinced they would want nothing to do with a pitiful wretch like me. It doesn't help that I haven't gotten to many cons lately so I don't know all that many folks anymore.

So: either the book has some bad juju associated with it... or I just plain need to Get Out More.