I’ve recently gotten really serious about cosplaying. Spurred on by my BBF Whitney (Raven to those who haven’t know her as long), I have started planning for the conventions that I will attend for the rest of this year and next year. Considering the price tag on some of this stuff (about $500 in all for my proposed Jedi cosplay), I will be dressing up as various anime/ Star Wars/ Steampunk characters for the next couple of years. Which brings me to a very important point: Do I really want to be dressing up and going to cons when I’m 35?
I love anything anime/ fantasy/ sci-fi related (except D&D and card related stuff. Even I have my limits), but I don’t want to be that nerd that’s living in my parents’ basement. Okay, so the probability that I’ll be a basement reject at 35 is slim to none (especially since my parents don’t have a basement), but I’m worried about “growing up” and leaving all of those things behind, losing a bit of me in the process. Loving this stuff is what makes me unique. Being able to quote most of the Star Wars saga and give completely useless, but hard to find trivia at the drop of a hat is what makes me special. Standing in line at Walmart for the midnight release of some epic video game is the kind of thing that thrills me. Staying up all night to read the latest installment of my favorite fantasy novel is what I do. Having intense arguments about who shot first (IT WAS HAN!!!) or which movie in the saga was the best (Empire Strikes Back) is what makes life worth living.
My real worries begin with the prospect of having children. Genetically speaking, I’ve got the DNA to push out an average of FIVE KIDS even if I don’t want one. My father also put a CURSE on me, and while I’m not superstitious, it was kind of scary to hear about. Something tells me that I’ll end up having some kids. I don’t want to be one of those weirdo moms that my hypothetical children will have a reason to be embarrassed about, and I don’t want to be talk show fodder or end up on an episode of True Life.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m not ready to fully “grow up.” I don’t want to be some stuffy old lady that knits and bakes stuff (although I kinda do that now). I don’t want to have to give up what interests me to fit in with the adult world. But I don’t want to be a weirdo creeper either.
1 comment:
I was just thinking about that the other day. I don't want to be 40 and cosplaying or wearing lolita. I'll still go to cons no doubt. But next time we go to AWA, ask some of the older crowd why they still cosplay. There are ways to still be a nerd without leaving it behind.
Children shouldn't be worried about until all the important things are taken care of.
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