What is it about certain things that makes them so ‘nerdy’ that people grab their children’s hands and speed-walk them in the other direction? Why are certain things labeled as taboo?
Comic books. Oh my gosh! I said comic book!! In this day and age if you’re caught with a comic book, that’s the end of your social life. No one wants to hang out with a comic book nerd. Well, guess what? They’re awesome so get over it. That’s right. I said awesome. Some of the greatest stories are told in the pages of those forbidden books. Socially awkward, cardigan wearing, pocket protector equipped nerds have been made fun of for reading comics ever since comic books were a thing. Why is that? Why are we made fun of for reading a comic book but praised by our peers for saying, “Why so serious” at a party? That’s a Batman reference. You quote something from a Batman movie and its cool but you quote something from a Batman comic and people look at the floor and slowly inch away from you. Why?
If a story is good, then its good. Why does the general public choose to accept one format of storytelling but frown on another EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE TELLING THE SAME STORY? It honestly doesn’t make sense to me.
I’ve always sort of thought that people are made fun of to ‘keep them in line’ so to speak. Small minded people fear a thinking brain. Since small minds always outnumber large ones there’s a good chance the smart people will be shoved out of society. They become outcasts because they thought for themselves instead of keeping quiet about their thoughts so that they would fit in with the majority. People who read are (I think its safe to say) generally smarter (or at least WISH to be smarter) than the average person. Comic books are a form of reading. If you read, BOOM OUTCAST!! No one wants to feel stupid so having a smart person around is unacceptable. We can’t just let them run free. What if we learned something from them or something horrible happened like our pride got hurt because they show us something we didn’t know before. The horror.
Superheroes are becoming more and more main stream with each new Marvel or DC blockbuster they crank out and now that the sheep are being told that it is in fact cool to enjoy these awesome movies, now superheroes are okay. Not before. When they were just in comic books and on our underwear that was unacceptable. But now they’re in movies so everyone can join hands and sing kumbaya while you all untwist your mind’s panties and ‘fit in.’
I guess I’m just trying to start a conversation here. What are your thoughts?
Today I spent my time training the new guy at Red Bull. It went pretty well. Its still sort of horrifying that they trust me with the noobies. We spent the morning delivery everyone’s favorite energy drink and then left for an hour and a half drive to the warehouse for a sales meeting. Boy was that fun. (sarcasm) It wasn’t horrible. I’ve been through the training before. It was mainly for the new hires.
I sat down in the conference room about 15 minutes early. After sitting alone for a few minutes another driver came in and sat on my left. He said, “I’m sitting next to you, Josh, because you can make me laugh.” I thought that was kind of cool. I like knowing that I make people happy. Another driver sat on my left and then yet another one came in and shoved a chair between me and the guy to my right and sat down next to me. I didn’t realize I was that popular. So the whole meeting was basically me making joke after joke to the guys next to me. Even when my boss called on me I had a zinger ready. It was just one of those days where you’re sarcasm is on fire and you can crank out jokes faster than a teenager can sprout pimples.
They asked us to write down three goals for the meeting. Things we wanted to take away from it. My boss called on someone to read off their first goal and they did so. Then he made the mistake of calling on me for my second goal. I read it exactly as I had written it. “Kick Butt.” He then asked for my third one. I read it as well. “Take names.” Then I had written, (Of the managers at my stores.) He didn’t call on me too much after that. I don’t try to be obnoxious or annoying and I hope no one takes it that way. Everyone seems to love me so I don’t think its annoying to them. It just comes naturally. I can’t help it. I honestly feel like Deadpool. Its almost how he would act. All the one liners and such.
Anyway, you’re probably curious about the title to this post.
When I finally got home I checked my email and the office for the apartments I live at had emailed me saying they wanted anyone on the second floor (me) to shovel off the balcony. So instead of letting the snow slowly melt and fall to the ground in thousands of little harmless drops of water, they want me to hurl shovel fulls of packed, melty, snow and ice off my second floor balcony and possibly murder the old people who live beneath me. Its dark out at 7:30 so how can I be sure the senior citizens aren’t out back taking a smoke? So I just spent the past ten minutes hurling frozen euthanasia down to the ground while blindly praying my neighbors would be alive to see Jeopardy at least one last time.
Random thought. While I’m writing this, Arrow is playing on tv. I never watched this show before but its basically Batman with a bow. Pretty close. Like whoa.
Good night world.