Comic Con

Everyone and their mothers know about Comic Con. It gets brought up in pop culture a lot with shows like the Big Bang Theory. It is supported by a gigantic community of people. Even if you have been living under a rock, while in the Phoenix or San Diego area, you have to know about Comic Con. It is an amazing way for people who are passionate about different forms of entertainment, such as comics, games, shows, movies, etc., to get together and express themselves. Goods are sold, people dress up, competitions are held, games are played, parties are thrown, and there are panels of people. It really is a paradise for many. You might ask why I am bringing up Comic Con now. Well, I have made it my goal to cosplay this year and it be legit. I'm talking about making it look like I was a professional, or at least try to. Since I've been thinking a lot about this recently, it brought up some old memories I had when I attended in the past.

My first ever technical Con wasn't really that big (compared to the most famous ones). It was called Winter Con, and it was held in a football stadium. Looking back, I really wouldn't call it a Con. It felt more like a giant store; all they had were vendors. People still dressed up, which was pretty cool. It was perfect for someone who wanted to get their feet wet, and not spend a lot of money while doing so. I don't want to sound like it was awful. No, I had a really good time! I even dressed up (if you could call it that). I think I was more excited to be at an event with the word Con in it to be honest. After emptying my pockets on trinkets from the vendors, I decided that I wanted to go to the real deal.

I have always wanted to go to San Diego Comic Con. I remember asking my family to go every summer. I was the only one who seemed to be enthusiastic about going though. Sometimes I would even keep buckets of change dedicated to going to Con (They barely lasted a week with the way I would impulse buy). What I didn't realize as a kid, was how expensive it was, and I'm just talking about the event cost alone. My God it is crazy! An understandable crazy; it makes sense, though, with how big the event is. Don't get me wrong, I would cry tears of joy if I got the chance to go. However, now that I'm older, I'm not really that hung up about it.

What I consider to be my first Con was Phoenix Comic Con. It was crowded, hot and I had the best time ever. I really wasn't prepared for this Con in terms of what to expect. Honestly, I thought it was going to be just like the Winter Con. Boy was I wrong. It was very overwhelming, but in the best kind of way. Similar to my previous Con, I spent all my money on trinkets and I saw some awesome cosplay. Unlike Winter-Con, I went to panels, talked to people in the booths and even participated in some competition. The pure happiness I got from going was indescribable; it truly was amazing. It was as if my life was complete. To clarify, I was younger, and I don't think that my life has been fulfilled by this one event. However, I do feel that going to a big Con like Phoenix really had changed my feelings on the subject. I do appreciate them more, and I have a great deal of respect for all the people who put in huge amounts of effort for these events. Hats off to all the professional cosplayers, Con travelers, booth occupiers, workers, security, etc. It is a very daunting event and no small feat.