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Post by cyberstrike on Oct 10, 2011 9:11:10 GMT -5
20 years ago on October 10, 1991 my mother died due to accidental prescription drug overdose. My world was forever changed on that day, Now I was never popular in middle school and in high school I was hated and shunned, The few "friends" that I did have were more less there because we shared similar interests but by the time I got to high school my mood I hated the world. I had no friends, no girlfriend, no future, and hoped every night that I would die in my sleep. A girl I knew was talking and I said something about how I was thinking about killing myself and Julie Harris, this girl who I had known, who had her own demons and attempted sucide told me to count my blessings. Not having anything better to do in class I did just that. I had my wonderful and great dad (if I'm one-trillionth the man he is I would be content) my cat Butterscotch and my comics. Now back in the 90s I was reading every comic that I could get my hands on (most of them were crap when I look at them now) and as strange (or stupid) as it sounds I wanted too see what happened to the Hulk, The Transformers: Generation 2, Solar, Spider-Man, Supergirl, Breed, Dreadstar, the Wild C.A.Ts. and whatever other book I was reading back then. Granted it wasn't much but it was something to keep going, and finally a girl who I never knew her name gave me the final piece out of my hatred of the world when she told me the world is what you make of it, I don't know who she was, but all I can say is: THANK YOU Julie and the girl whose name I don't know you two along with comics helped saved me. You two are angels.
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Post by defiant1 on Oct 10, 2011 19:33:40 GMT -5
20 years ago on October 10, 1991 my mother died due to accidental prescription drug overdose. My world was forever changed on that day, Now I was never popular in middle school and in high school I was hated and shunned, The few "friends" that I did have were more less there because we shared similar interests but by the time I got to high school my mood I hated the world. I had no friends, no girlfriend, no future, and hoped every night that I would die in my sleep. A girl I knew was talking and I said something about how I was thinking about killing myself and Julie Harris, this girl who I had known, who had her own demons and attempted sucide told me to count my blessings. Not having anything better to do in class I did just that. I had my wonderful and great dad (if I'm one-trillionth the man he is I would be content) my cat Butterscotch and my comics. Now back in the 90s I was reading every comic that I could get my hands on (most of them were crap when I look at them now) and as strange (or stupid) as it sounds I wanted too see what happened to the Hulk, The Transformers: Generation 2, Solar, Spider-Man, Supergirl, Breed, Dreadstar, the Wild C.A.Ts. and whatever other book I was reading back then. Granted it wasn't much but it was something to keep going, and finally a girl who I never knew her name gave me the final piece out of my hatred of the world when she told me the world is what you make of it, I don't know who she was, but all I can say is: THANK YOU Julie and the girl whose name I don't know you two along with comics helped saved me. You two are angels. The girl I loved died in a traffic accident in 1990. At least I think it was 1990. My brain literally blocks out the year. At the time, she was the only girl that I'd ever asked to marry me. It's a tough situation when someone you care about dies. First and foremost, it makes everything we do everyday seem like total bullshit. For the most part it is. Second, you don't know what memories to hold onto and which to let go of. I quite literally had no emotion for about a year and a half. I happen to believe in God because of her, so eventually I decided to keep believing. Her death is eventually what got me back into comics. If you haven't seen the movie Contact, it'd be worth you while to watch it just to see Jodie Foster deliver the line "I thought life is what we make it." That was my favorite scene in the movie. df1 |
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Post by G on Oct 11, 2011 20:02:40 GMT -5
This is a good "How comics have been there for me" type of thread.
I think if you've collected comics from relative childhood into adulthood and still have a desire to want to converse about them and collect them or be a part of them in some way, you've ultimately had to have had moments where comics were there when other things weren't.
For me comics provided a lot of great times. My fondest memories are the early 90s when comics were booming and I was doing a lot of conventions. It was a real rush to be wheeling and dealing comics and make cold hard cash while at the same time building up my collection and meeting lots of people.
Comics was there for me when I lost a job and I was broke and needing ways to survive. There was a time I did conventions and was able to fully support myself totally off comics for 2 consecutive and complete months. That included rent, electric, food, gas, etc. I totally was living off of money I was making off of comics. It helped see me through until I got to my next job and picked up living in a normal fashion again. It was there for me when nothing else was. Yeah, I got cherry picked bad and it was the worst thing that ever happened to my collection at the time. The fact of the matter is, it beat the alternative and I'd live to collect another day.
For me, my collection is a sense of accomplishment and a sense of pride. I may not have the most desirable collection out there but I'm sure I have a lot of kick ass pieces too. My comic collection is a sense of journey and where I am now. Feeling like its a nice piece of work but could be so much better if I put my mind to it. Its a reflection of my life. Its as good or as bad as the life I've lived.
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