Yesterday I became a Comic Dude.
I went and bought Watchmen (which is fucking awesome) and I started reading it on the train ride home, feeling everyone’s eyes upon me.
I understand people judging me, because 1) I do this all the time and 2) when I think about Adults Who Read Comic Books, I think of this:
All of that.
The stomach, the bad clothes, the pony tail, the yellow skin. Okay, maybe not the yellow skin.
Definitely the yellow skin.
I even got the harshest criticism from Ari, who is great and loves me, but referred to my new purchase as “My dork book.”
I was a little tentative about the whole thing.
This isn’t to say I’m not a fan of comics, I was raised on The Punisher and Batman, thanks to having an older brother who would only punch me eight times when I tried to read his comics without asking.
So I get the whole comic book thing.
But I just didn’t know if I was ready to be That Guy.
Then right before I bought Watchmen, I twittered about how I was questioning this Major Decision, and I got some support from other bloggers, which made me feel better. Even though those bloggers were both attractive women which means they can do whatever they want and everyone will think, “I can’t believe she does that. But she’s hot. So it’s cool.”
I thought about all of this, and I chose to become a Comic Dude.
I’m not afraid of what others may think of me, because I know that deep down in my heart I am Cool, and as long as I know that, then it doesn’t matter what people think about me.
Plus, when people look upon me reading my comic, and I sense that they are about to say something like, “Nice comic book dork! Your Mom buy that for you?” I will look up from my reading material and reply, “No, she didn’t, and I am not ashamed to read comics as an adult! Also, just so you know, I will be blogging about this!!!”
That should shut them up.