Dear Comic-Con,
I wish I could get
over you, but every year it gets harder. You have all the things I love and
almost all of the people I love. And this year, you tossed in a Firefly reunion
panel and an exclusive Joss action figure. Why must you taunt me?! I'm a smart
and adorable lady nerd, there is no reason the world shouldn't have given me
Comic-Con tickets by now. I will even agree to an arranged marriage if that's
what it takes. I have my own Muppet and lightsaber, and I can list all the
Buffy episodes. What nerd wouldn't want to take me to San Diego with him?
I have tried to distract myself from you with intensity this
weekend. Here is an incomplete list of failed tactics:
I ate an insane
amount of carbs in order to induce a food coma.
I cleaned out my
closet in a feverish rage.
I did a lot of
homework that isn’t due for a while.
I ignored social
media.
I glued
myself to social media, trying to convince myself that Seth Green’s Instagram feed was almost as good
as being there!
I get it. I’ve made mistakes, we both have. I have trouble with
superheroes and you, after all, let Twilight fans in. (And look how well that
turned out for you – one of them died and got you all sorts of negative
publicity.) I love you so much, SDCC. (Can I call you by your nickname now? I
think we’re that close.) Please, please let me in someday.
Best wishes,
S.
This is ridiculously adorable.
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