It's that time in the year again, cosplayers swarming to their local arenas turned convention centres for a chance to wear their new costumes out. At least, that's the case for me. I know a lot of people that go to be geeky with a group of friends for the weekend, or just to buy some cool merch. See, merch, I can be down with the youths.
For me, it's hard to top the feeling of excitement fueled stress that builds over the week running up. Then you wake up on con day, realise it's five in the morning, you're tired and regret all the choices you've made up to that point. Usually I have to wake up extremely early to be painted for cosplays such as Gladiolus Amicitia from Final Fantasy XV or Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez from Bleach despite knowing the paint's only going to smudge or rub off anyway.
I know it can't just be me that can't wait to debut a new cosplay, until it becomes scoldingly obvious that you've chosen the wrong cosplay for the wrong season. Leather? In summer?! Are you downright insane? Perhaps problematically masochistic?
And of course there's the part of the community, usually younger, running around screaming 'kawaii desu doki doki!!' having just discovered anime for the first time. We can't berate them, they're living life and having fun before they grow up and realise there's bills to pay. That's annoying, too, realising you have to put bills before cosplay expenses. In retrospect, if you're wanting to go the whole hog, cosplay is a wallet draining hobby. Cosplay pieces, convention tickets, fuel money, hotels if you're not close enough to the venue...
But don't let that deter you! There's nothing more fun than seeing a Decepticon wave it's metal claws above it's head whilst wiggling to caramelldansen, nor is there anything better than duelling Spider-Man with the gigantic Final Fantasy sword you probably made from cardboard and paper mâché.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
11/08/2017
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