There was a time in my life when I would walk into a comic book store and I would be filled with excitement. I could spend hours looking
through the racks of books for something that no one but I could
appreciate. That time was about 15 years ago; when I was in Jr. High. I
gave it up when we moved over the mountain to a new town and I was
going to be starting high school. “A fresh start…” I told myself. I
didn’t have to be a geek if I didn’t want to, and I REALLY didn’t want
to. For many years to come, I would harass any of my friends that would
mention that they were into “graphic novels” or comics.
I was in Downtown Indianapolis last week and I drove past Down Town Comics and I decided to pay the $3 to park and walk a few blocks to the store.
After a few minutes of browsing, I decided to ask the clerk what was
good. Long story short… I left the store with a dozen or so 1st chapter
comics. I read them all in one sitting, and I was hooked.
I am a thirty year old IT Consultant that loves The Evil Dead, Fringe, and Battlestar Galactica… The time for denying my inner geek has passed.
The moral of the story is: Who cares what people think of you. Looking back, the thing I regret the most in life is being close minded.