dude don't fucking talk to me....

I'm at my local Newbury Comics on lunch break last Wednesday. I never take lunch, but I like to go there on Wednesday to see what new comics have come in.

Let me reiterate:

I don't talk comics with other people. I don't point out art to my wife and say "Isn't this cool?"
I've been reading comics since I was a kid and that's really all there is. It's just something I do.

I also hate when strangers talk to me about comics. Just because I am standing in the comics section doesn't make me part of some unspoken brotherhood.

I'm lone wolf in this shit.

So last week I am flipping through some of the books I will be getting and this Silent Bob lookalike comes up. I move over so he can see the new books as well.

This is what happens:

Silent Bob: "OOOHHH Bukaroo Banzai!!"

I can feel him looking at me. He wants me to join in his fanboygasm with him. At the very least he is looking for a knowing nod.

I don't oblige.

Instead I bury my head deeper into the book I was looking at. SB doesn't get the hint. He starts flipping through his Bukaroo Banzai book.

Silent Bob: "Well this is lame, there's only like three pages of art and like twenty pages of ads...HUHH!"

Once again looking for validation from me. Once again denied by me.

He leaves.

I am minding my own fucking business and this douchebag wants to talk to a complete stranger about Bukaroo Fucking Banzai? Even if I knew what the fuck he was talking about* I don't fucking want to talk about comics to a stranger.

People annoy me. I have to just ignore them and breathe. That's it. Just breathe.

Christ that doesn't help. I need to live on an island with cable, internet and a gym. I will be happy then.


*For the record I have no idea who or what Bukaroo Banzai is.