Belly of the Beast

People have there little quirks that make them who they are. Some like to text frequently, while others always have to have done something in order to call it a day. I myself have one of these quirks and thats visiting my comic book store. I always have to make a trip to my local comic shop or else it feels like a piece of me is missing. It’s not just to pick up the comics I subscribe to. It’s for that special little feeling you get when you know you’re home. It’s not just a comic shop to me, it’s my sanctuary. I open the door of the store to find myself immersed inside the belly of the nerdiest beast of all humanity. To the left of the store you’ll find yourself The Wall. Every Wednesday it gets filled with all the new comics that come out that week. Each shelve is filled with books that can occupy any person, to the point of exhaustion. DC, Marvel, Vertigo, Image comics, they have them all! Comics immerse you into world that people have been reading for over 70 years. As you flip through each glossy page you are greeted with the beautiful art from panel to panel. The stories of Captain America fighting the devious Red Skull with his iconic red, white and blue shield unfold in front of your eyes each turn of the page. Need to catch up on your Comic history? If you want to be in the loop then you have to dive into the vast collection of back issues, that stretch to the other side of the store. Each box waiting to be look through, like a puppy in a pet store. You must be careful when searching through these boxes because you never know if what you pull will be a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow or fools gold. Spiderman, Batman, Charles Xavier and all his X-Men are all my friends and I won’t have it any other way. When Emma Frost uses her womanhood to seduce Namor, cheating on poor Cyclops. You feel it! They may be super heroes but they have to deal with the same mundane things like cheaters, to the seriousness of prejudice, and hate crimes. When Captain America died at the end of Civil War, no one could see it coming, at least they couldn’t know how it was going to happen. People may have texting but I have my comics and I’m perfectly fine with that. When I’m at the comic book store I’m where I want to be. Immersed into the word of comics I become the Pagemaster choosing what I read and what I don’t. Picking my own adventure for me and the Avengers to go on. With comics there are endless possibilities, millions of books for me to choose. I’ll never grow tired. My mother likes to remind me that I’ll never grow up, and I’m fine with that in every single way.

Bridges

So it has been a month since i had my ordeal with that "friend" of mine. I hate that I typed it that why but that's how I still feel about this person. We've talked a few times since then but I can't stand to listen to the sound of his voice. I just get irritated and want to hang up but I don't want to sound like an asshole. As I've said before I still care? for this person but I still need more time. I wouldn't say I've burned or want to burn this bridge I have with him but I would say that I wouldn't want to walk on the bridge for dear life. I just don't want to break it. I even wonder if what I type makes any sense. Even with my not wanting to talk to him, I've already thought of the perfect xmas gift to give him. It's nothing expensive, but when I saw it I thought about how much he would enjoy it. So, there I'm recovering. A while back he called to ask if I wanted to bake cookies with him and even though I REALLy wanted to make the cookies I didn't want to make them with him. Luckily I had work that day so I said I could make it but when they day came I told him my work called me. An evil queen I am. Ok, recovery takes time... In talking about my rickety bridges I've been rebuilding one with an old friend from High School. Like before I have talked about this person as well on the blog for almost the same reason as the one I was talking about before. Just with out the messing around part. Well anyways he now goes to my community college and we've run into each other and just goofed around. I call him on Thursdays when I get on campus and talk and walk around before I go to class. It's just really nice to talk to somebody again. When I mean talk I mean talk about gay stuff. He's the only guy who I talk about men with, besides my internet friend (whom I miss :'() I've never felt comfortable about talking to my other friends about guys, it feels weird. To my straight friends I like them to think I'm asexual, which I'm fine with. I don't feel comfortable talking about any kind of sex unless I'm trying to make a funny. Last week I get a call on friday from him and he asks if I want to go on a Disney trip with him. Like he needed to ask me if I wanted to go to Disney... That's as closest to an automatic yes you will ever get from me. I'm always passive about EVERYTHING but when it comes to Disney trips I'm always going to say yes. Later that day I'm hanging out with another friend and he asks if I want to go with him to Halloween Horror Night @ Universal. I tell him I'm going with the other friend and he blurts out if I still like the guy. Like the drop of the hat I tell him no but to tell you the truth I'm still attractive to him. When I first saw him at college I got butterflies but it's gone away now. When we walk around college our hand will sometimes bump into each other and I draw my hands into my pockets. He's cute looking and really sweet but this is the short of thing that's never goes on from that and I'm used to it. I think it would be awesome if something did happen with us but it's just never going to happen and I'm ok with that. So, that's what been on my mind for while. I still have some stuff I want to post here. I'm doing pretty good in my Typography class so I'm going to try and post some of the pics on here to show you all. Let's see if I can keep my promise this semester! XOXO MisterNoLife