Last night, while I was waiting for the subway, I decided to re-read Final Crisis #7 (makes much more sense now that I sat down and really read it but that’s neither here nor there). While I was digesting Morrison’s crazy comic, this guy came up and was like, “I saw you reading this but did you see the new Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra commercials” (Of course, I had) and we briefly talked about them. I thought this would be the end of it but I was mistaken.
He then went into conversations about all the Marvel and DC movies, Justice League Unlimited cartoons, how J.J. Abrams better not screw up the Star Trek movie because he’s such a Trekkie, how George Lucas and Bryan Singer should be forced to battle like Kirk and Spock and the winner should be shot. I was just standing there, nodding and laughing and telepathically wishing for my train to arrive.
When it did arrive, he got on the train too and was still going. It was like he was waiting for a kindred spirit and found one in me all because I was dumb enough to be reading a comic in public. I couldn’t take it any more so I got off the train about six stops early and waited for the next one. In my mind, I thought “Well, I may be a geek but at least I’m not that bad.”
But then when I got home and looked at the Batman poster I hung that afternoon behind my new dresser, I thought “Am I really in a position to judge?”
Let’s look at the facts:
- Four of my five tattoos are comic book related
- I spend $50-70 dollars a week on comic books
- I blog about Lost like I’m getting paid to do it
- I’ve been to every New York Comic Con since they started
- The Blade incident
- I own a XBOX 360, PS3, a Wii and a PSP (in my defense, two of those were gifts)
Maybe instead of shunning my geeky brethren, I should have embraced our shared enthusiasm for all things comic book and sci-fi related.
Well, hopefully I’ll see him at Comic Con this Sunday.