Step 1: Denial
Who cares about Comic-Con, anyway? Not you. Never. Comic-Con sucks.
Why out of all of time and space would you want to be THERE?
You tell your friends...
And you know what?
Look at all this overpriced junk.
You don't even watch these shows.
Plus it's, like, all lines.
And the costumes are all terrible.
That's probably not even real blood.
These guys didn't even TRY.
Step 2: Anger
THIS ISN'T FAIR AND YOU HATE EVERYONE. YOU SHOULD BE AT COMIC-CON, NOT THEM. YOU DID NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS PUNISHMENT.
AND NO, YOU WILL NOT STOP USING CAPS LOCK, DAMN IT.
OK fine. So you did want to go.
You're sorry for all those terrible things you said.
And now when you see people posting about all the fun they're having at Comic-Con, you're like...
And then when you found out they got into the X-Files 20th anniversary panel?!
Your non-nerd friends are all like...
But you're like...
Because they just don't get it.
Step 3: Bargaining
It's not too late. Sure, Comic-Con already started and you live all the way across the country, but you're clever. You can find a way.
You'll just sell your car and all of your stuff...
Hitch a ride...
And dedicate the rest of your life to religion if this works out.
Which it won't.
Step 4: Depression
Just... ugh. Remember how you're still not at Comic-Con?
Watching camera phone versions of the panels online just isn't the same.
Especially when all your friends are in San Diego.
Where they're probably, like, meeting Stan Lee himself or something.
Meanwhile you're still here. Doing nothing.
But you know what?
Step 5: Acceptance
You can really only feel sorry for yourself for so long. Polish off the self loathing with some ice cream and a marathon of Battlestar Galactica and then pick yourself up off the floor, because...