The Star Wars convention (or comic-con) was in town this weekend. On my of my trips back to Queens, there were two storm troopers on my train.
Straight up Storm Troopers, holding their helmets exchanging stories about how cool their experience was and swapping video game techniques. At first, looking at these two guys, I couldn't help but laugh. I mean, come on, who wouldn't laugh? They were dressed as storm troopers. But after a few minutes of ease dropping, I got to thinking- good for these guys. Good for them that they do not care what other people think of them. My immediate reaction was that they were nerds- but really, who am I to judge, they just let their freak flag fly and they do not care. They know what they like, they know what they are talking about and they love Star Wars to the point where they are willing to dress up in full costume to attend a convention. I do not think that I have ever really loved something that much. Loved something to the point where I would dress up in costume and ride the subway or spend hundreds of dollars to deck myself out.
I am at a juncture in my life where I need a change- a life change, where I am going to let my freak flag fly. I have never really cared what people though of me, just the way I was born, but now it' to let myself do more, find something that I love to do. I will go on the hunt for my Storm Trooper obsession.
Lesson Learned:
Letting my freak flag fly is totally acceptable, Now time to find it.
Peace, Love and Storm Troopers,
B
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