Before I get to the sentimental stuff:
I am currently being hounded by two friends (whose names I will not divulge to protect the guilty, but will say they are part of the 3 Drunken Celts) who are trying to get me to go to Comic Con this weekend. No amount of explanation seems to work with them. I even tried calling one of them “chubby” in a vain attempt to superficially wound him into giving up. No luck on that front either.
So I had to call in the big guns: My wife. I love my wife dearly. She is the only person that truly knows me, even better than myself. Following was her reply to these two friends in her effort to combat their tyrannical hounding:
Let me first say that I love Jason with every fiber of my being, and my life would be incomplete without him.
That being said, Jason’s particular superpower is to suck the energy out of the room if he desperately doesn’t want to be in said room. No attempts at having a good time or enjoying yourself can withstand the force of his negative energy.
Take it from me – it will be far better if he stays home. Believe me, I was there last year.
See? She gets it. Although, apparently she is the only one. Comic Con just ain’t my bag ‘o’ chips. Being a mild sociopath (haven’t killed anyone yet) I don’t enjoy big crowds. Not being a fantasy/Sci-Fi/animation fan really doesn’t help counter balance the whole crowd thing either. I wouldn’t hound people into attending an SCA event because I realize that most of my friends outside of the SCA wouldn’t enjoy it. So why is it my SCA friends feel the need to continue harassing me about going to something I won’t enjoy? I just don’t get it.
On the plus side, today marks the 9th year of my marriage to my lovely wife. Through our ups and downs we have held in there and come out ahead. I couldn’t ask for a better person to share a life with. This summer also marks our 14th year as a couple. I can’t wait to see where the next 15 years takes us!