Freshly back from San Francisco, after having spent twice as much time lurking in the airport than it actually took to fly back to Edmonton, all I want to do is curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone. I hit the limits of my social endurance (which isn’t very robust to begin with) by about Wednesday, but I soldiered on with all the networking and shaking hands and interviews because… well, because I had to do this.
“Why?” a friend recently asked me, prior to my leaving for GDC. “Aren’t you tired of getting crapped on? This is just going to expose you to even more of it. Why would you do that to yourself?”
I didn’t have a ready response to her worrying, and if I’m honest I’ve had those same thoughts— and expressed them to my friends from time to time. I wondered whether my saying anything would really reach anyone who needed to hear it. Maybe I’d just be preaching to the choir, and all I’d do is stir up more anger from the willfully ignorant and the activists who’d take issue either with my words or any impression that I was a white male looking to be lauded as a Good Guy. Wouldn’t I rather just keep my head down and concentrate on my work? Shouldn’t doing good work be enough?
And I suppose the answer is: no, it shouldn’t.
Just keep on trying, man.
Keep on trying.