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Recently, I was asked if I wore a costume or did any cosplay. I said I didn’t, and offered that I have kids as the (biggest) reason. Immediately, my logic was challenged:
Having kids precluded you from wearing a costume or cosplay?
With a heavy sigh, I offered the following and though you might enjoy it:
Yes, I have kids, which means that the majority of my free money goes to them (after all the necessities are met). You see, I’ve never been one to half-ass, or even three-quarter-ass a project. If I was to dress up as anything, it would need to be in my size, and reasonably comfortable. In my old(er) age, I no longer punish myself to be beautiful. If it doesn’t fit like an old t-shirt and basketball shorts, you can count me out. So we’re talking a quality costume that also fits well. Cosplayers can probably tell you those requirements cost money, of which, as previously mentioned, I have very little after my kids. Since I don’t plan to sell any of them any time soon (though I do threaten it once or twice a day), I’m afraid my days of dressing up are both behind me and ahead of me—just not currently with me.
If you'd like a longer, deeper justification for my lack of dressing up, above and beyond the previous, I can talk about my lack of time due to commitments of work, children (again), wife (so pretty), volunteer speech/debate coaching and general breathing.
Sometimes the last gets lost in the shuffle, but hey, that's what the Scotch is for!
I totally love my boys, no matter what they cost me in time, money, effort, less vibrant night life, etc. Don’t get me wrong—anything I’ve given up for my boys, I certainly miss. I miss a great deal. But I would miss my boys more.