My whole view on comic fans changed at a tiny shop in Portland
Honestly, I was at this little comic store called The Nook about six months ago, just looking for a back issue. This older guy, maybe in his 70s, was talking to the owner about a Silver Age Flash comic. He wasn't just listing facts, he was telling this whole story about why he loved that specific artist's run. It wasn't about being right or knowing more, it was pure joy. I used to think being a fan was mostly about collecting or arguing online. Seeing that guy, his face all lit up, it hit me. It's about the stories and the feeling you get from them. That one chat made me stop caring so much about having a perfect collection. Now I just buy what makes me happy. Has anyone else had a moment like that, where you saw a fan and it just clicked for you?