I just shed a tear watching the 'emotional reunion' of the original Star Wars Trilogy cast during AFI's tribute to George Lucas; I've spent the last couple of days not simply watching the first 5 movies on DVD - BUT WATCHING THE COMMENTARIES; Ebay sends me daily updates on those action figures I still badly need; I even bought a lifesize replica of Emperor Palpatine's Cane, which WILL be hung on the wall no matters who much Brian protests! Yes, I'm truly in that geeky gawky thirtysomething stage.
Your 30's are those times when you actually buy all that crap you couldn't afford as a kid, and didn't want to in your 20's because you had all that drinking and partying to do.
I probably have more true crap than anyone I know. I collect action figures (NOT DOLLS!!!), which if not displayed, are placed neatly in Sterilite boxes from Target, that are labeled, inventoried and then piled high in some closet or, at the moment, in our 2nd bedroom. Every so often I'll rumage through a box or two, take things out, dust 'em off if necessary, and then PUT IT ALL BACK. NEATLY. It truly is crazy. I'm just more secure in my manhood to know that I have CRAP all over the house. Plus, the psychotic part of my mind thinks of all my CRAP as my "nestegg"... I mean, I did once sell a Buffy "Prophecy Girl" figure for $125.00 on ebay. There are people obviously more crazy than me!!!!
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar