Despite demonstrable evidence to the contrary and because of my crushing inferiority complex, I’m always genuinely surprised when someone is happy to see me.

I know. I know. You’d think that someone as adorable as me and who possesses such sparkling charm as myself would be used to the constant adoration and the mild annoyance of being greeted with open arms everywhere he goes. It’s true. I am quite something.

Anyway.

This weekend at the MaxFunCon extravaganza someone said to me, ”Oh good, there you are, I’m so glad I found you. I wanted to talk to you.”

Saturday night John freaking Hodgman, the world famous deranged millionaire who had already freaked me out the previous evening by remembering me and greeting me by name even though I wasn’t even wearing my name tag at the time, sat down beside me and said something to the effect of, “I’m sad we haven’t had a chance to talk this year.”

And one of the funniest people on the damn planet, Maria Bamford, told me after I did her stand up workshop, “You are so funny. You were great!” and you guys, I think she even meant it.

Wait, what?

Me?

Really?

I guess if I’m going to continue being so cute and clever, I’m going to have to figure out some way to deal with people liking and enjoying my company.

I suspect bushel baskets of therapy and tanker trucks of meds will be in order.

More later on MFC, once I’ve had a chance to catch my breath.