please don’t laugh at my face, i was near tears when i met him.
meeting porter was probably the most successful thing i’ve done so far. as i think everyone knows, i have severe anxiety and even though i really wanted to go to the concert, i was afraid i wasn’t good enough. porter had contacted me saying that he thought i should go, so, i took the initiative and went not only for myself, but for porter.
the show was amazing, i had never honestly had such a beautiful time at a gig; even though it was so sweaty and hot, i still danced my ass off and i cried when he played clarity and language. i had the time of my life, if i’m honest.
i waited a good 20 minutes to meet porter, but when i met him, i swear i lost my breath for a moment. i was so desperate to at least thank him for helping me overcome my fears, but i didn’t expect what came next.
"porter! porter! wait!"
he started looking around to see who was calling for him and i rushed forward, the bouncers were about to kick my ass but i didn’t care. “porter! you had messaged me to come!” and by now i’ve got tears in my eyes because he looks so tired and i felt so bad but i just wanted to say thank you. porter rushed forward and gave me a huge smile and his face lit up so bright, “are you ravercat/fokinbabies?”
i said yes and he pulled me in for a huge hug. i won’t disclose what we talked about because i respect him, but the one thing i will tell you is that he kept repeating to me that he was proud of me. that really hit home, because even though friends tell me that they’re proud of me, hearing it from porter made me feel like i can do anything now.
once we left, i started crying. not a bad cry, a cry that i knew i could do things now, i could get over my anxiety, i can conquer anything. this is going on too long but if he sees this:
thank you so much, porter. hope to meet you again soon. <3