When the Anticipation Leads to Frustration

Sighs. When a new Black comic book comes out, we usually are excited for it. We are stoked for the art and the story. We wonder to ourselves; will this be a hit? New comic book day comes around on a Tuesday or Wednesday and we grab our shiny nickels and dimes getting ready for the come up. We look at the fresh copies on the shelf and if you are like me, you go after those around the middle or back. [We dont like a gang of fingerprints on our precious] We get cover A,B, and C, just because. We make small talk with the guy at the counter and grab our bags to make our way to the confines of the Black Cave. We. Are. Ready. Its. Go. Time.

You crack open the book and begin to teleport to another dimension in time and space. You brace yourself because you are getting ready to have your mind blown. The art is fire. Oh my goodness, (bruh, I need this on a shirt). So then as the words download into your cerebral cortex you experience a mild sensation. Almost lukewarm but you are not too bothered because its gotta get better right? Right? Then some 13 to 14 pages later, the mild sensation turns into pile of meh. Meh for the uninitiated is the thought you have towards something that you could basically do with out. Kind of like the plastic bags you get from the grocery store that wind up under your kitchen sink. The writing is meh. Meaning that you did not really get a bang for your four dollars and ninety nine cents plus tax. Don't forget that twenty dollar one in twenty five variant that you had to have. Yes,you have been duped. I say you been had. You been runamock. You been led astrayed. All the excitement you had now has been banished to speculation purgatory. Yes, your anticipation has been reduced to a hope that somebody options, some celebrity gets a role on tv show or a movie. Now that comic goodness you been running your mouth about in these internet skreets takes on a new role. Long box life. It sits and sits and sits and every now and then you pull it out to try to get a whiff of that excitement you once had before you bought it. Yet instead, you get slow emitted pungent gas. Reminds you of that green chili burrito you bought from the roach coach at your job. It never fails to deliver. Yet, like all farts that have to be released. I just want to let this go. Yet, I cannot. Why because I am seeing it too much. You know you are in trouble when the story about the story is more compelling than the story itself. This happens way too much for comfort. Get it together because anticipation that leads to frustration creates a new situation. -Richard J Wright