I went to the Star Wars Celebration today in Anaheim. I had a free pass. I got to hang out with one of my best friend's husband and oldest child, who is almost seven. I haven't seen them in a year and a half. I must admit: I drove an hour away to spend all day at a convention center, instead of the beach, to see them...NOT Stars Wars people.
I didn't go hoping to trade Star Tots or Patches. I didn't go to buy Star Wars artwork. I didn't go to get a Star Wars tattoo from the best inksters in the biz. I didn't go to be entertained by the intricate costumes and, what's it called...cosplay? I went because it was the only chance I'd get to see my friends.
But I was surprised at what I discovered. Even though the air wreaked of nerdiness, I realized that give different circumstances, I could see how satisfying it could be to fully engulf myself in this obsessed culture. I saw myself wanting to outdo other people's costumes. I wanted to perform on the Jedi Stage. I found myself getting into the frenzy of trading Star Tots (don't ask), so that my friends could collect their full set, which is worth some money. I have never understood trading cards, such as Baseball, Football, and Yugioh. But after experiencing the high one gets each Tot closer to a complete set, I can understand the addiction. It's a game and I like games. I'm competitive.
But then, I wondered...what happens once they get a complete set? Then what?
Luckily, someone will create another licensed Star Wars set of something. There will be another "set" to complete. Just like life. Those Star Wars people really are just like the rest of us.
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