I am a rare bird- I like comic books. Comic heroes make me get giggly-stupid like most tweens get over Justin Bieber. My favorite is Ironman- there’s something about his brain. I love a brilliant mind, always have. So, when Avengers came out, and there was a midnight premiere, there was no way I was missing it. I found out at five in the morning, when my friend excitedly texted me “are you going to the midnight show?!?!?!” And I said “why yes I am”.
Well, the boyfriend punked out on me, talking about how he had to go to work in the morning. I had an economics final, so I weighed his excuse and found it wanting. I started not to go- he said we’d go on Friday. But I found this a sad excuse for a midnight premiere. So, I called the friend and had him reserve me a ticket in the same theatre so I could see it with him, and informed the boyfriend that, with or without him, I was going. He was cool with it (which was nice because it wouldn’t have changed anything if he hadn’t been), and I left for the theatre thirty minutes away. I honestly can say that his unwillingness to go angered me since just a few months ago, he nagged me for THREE weeks to go to a bar to watch the Alabama v LSU BCS game, and continued nagging me until I agreed to go- even though I had to study for a test, go to work at 8 in the morning until 5, and then go to class until 8 pm. But I did it- because it made him happy. It didn’t seem very fair that he wasn’t willing to do the same for me, and I told him so.
Avengers was amazing. The crowd was great- everyone responded appropriatedly. I do allow whistling as an appropriate response when it comes to Scarlett Johannsen’s very shapely….well, I digress. The movie, though, was stupendous. It was so stupendous that I got together a group of 12 to see it the next night- including myself and my good friend that had gone to see it with me. I even invited my nephews, who are only five and six years younger than me, and their girlfriends to come with us. It was a grand, grand time. And I became the supernerdy girl that saw Avengers twice in less than 24 hours.
The kicker, though, was my friend brought his five-year old daughter- and she was dressed like Thor. Cape, helmet, and hammer, long blond hair and blue, blue eyes. ADORABLE. When he came on the screen, she threw up her arm with the hammer in it and roared with him. Absolutely adorable. She’s a really awesome kid- she likes science and art, and she asked for a telescope for her 4th birthday. She got one, needless to say, and she and her father spend the weekends looking at stars and planets and doing experiments and making art. He’s a great father- his entire world revolves around her. It’s rare to see such devotion- a lot of fathers love their daughters, but they don’t know what to do with them. Even when she wants to play with dolls and Barbies, he plays along, and he does it well, without awkwardness. He is not ashamed.
Was it grown up of me to get that excited over a movie- so excited that I was willing to risk a fight and bumming out the boyfriend? Maybe not in all categories- but I wanted it so bad, and the risks and costs were minimal. Sometimes, you gotta make that call to do something for you, even if someone you love doesn’t support it. You don’t have to agree with someone all the time to love them- the two are mutually exclusive. I also don’t find my boyfriend’s attendance in something to be compulsory- he’s allowed to not be there. In fact, sometimes, I don’t even want him there. You have to have “me” time and “friend” time.
My friend A spent the weekend at my house, too- she just needed time away. The reasons are hers, though, and thus I won’t disclose them here. Let’s just say, I loved having her here. We had a good time, and watched The Godfather. On Sunday, we cleaned up my house- she’s six feet tall, so I had her dust because she can reach all the places that I have to get a ladder for. It’s all about doing things that you’re best suited for.
Taking her home, though, proved to be an adventure…..one in which I came out of with a starved kitten. She’s a beautiful little thing, maybe 4 weeks old. I stopped and bought her milk replacement on the way so that she could eat. She was having troubles standing, she’s so weak. But, she’s already acting like she feels better. She’s laying on a towel, purring in her sleep. The thing is, I can’t keep her- I’m allergic to her, and my dogs think I brought home a scary monster. They don’t know whether to flee- which is what the pit bull did- or to play with her, or to eat her. I’m going to get her healthy and find a home for her.
I have a habit of collecting strays- stray dogs, puppies, (apparently) kittens, and boys and girls. I told a friend of mine that I should just go ahead and open a shelter- that’s how my house is anyway. It’s how I ended up with three dogs- two of them I just loved so much I couldn’t give away. I have been rescuing strays all my life- it started when I was four and I rescued a baby rabbit whose mother had been killed. Over the course of my life, I’ve rescued other dogs, mockingbird babies, rabbits, baby field mice (my mother could’ve died when I brought in those tiny, tiny little things), turtles, frogs, and so on. I saved a cat once from a badger trap, and it became my outdoor pet for a while.I started rescuing people when I was about 14- I’d bring home these disenfranchised kids because they hadn’t eaten good food in forever, their moms and dads didn’t take care of them, didn’t want them and told them so, locked them out of the house, etc. They always stayed as long as they wanted or needed to, and we helped them get on their feet. Some of them stayed through high school and became like best friends/brothers/sisters to me. I still talk to all of them, and they still ask about my mother if they don’t talk to her directly.
I have a special hatred for people because they are so capable of endless and senseless acts of useless cruelty. They have children they have no intention of caring for, they put dogs and cats on the streets to die, etc. But, my mother raised me to not turn away from reality, to accept it if I must, change it if I can. It fills me with rage to see these things happen. This sounds strange, but when I think of real life and people I have to remember why I love to read Holocaust literature- it is because it is full of unfathomable monsters, angels of the highest order, and a people who were hellbent on surviving. I live it on a much smaller, less disasterous scale. I can’t save them all- I have lost a few along the way, but it wasn’t from a lack of effort. It was nevertheless heartbreaking- but I don’t know that it can in any way overshadow the successes. My pit bull is one such story- a guy put her in a cardboard box on the side of the highway when she was just a few weeks old. When I got her, she was almost dead. For three days, she and I lived in a bedroom, and every two hours I fed her goat’s milk. She was so weak she couldn’t get up to feed, so I would pick her up for it. On the third day, when I brought her the milk, she got up herself. That’s when I knew she’d be okay. Today, she is 50 pounds of excited, endlessly loyal, retarded love.
A lot of the kids I brought home now have their own jobs, homes, and families. They’ve never forgotten our “kindness” or mom’s cooking. I just hope someday, when their kids bring home children like that, they will not forget that it was once them that stood in a stranger’s house in need.
So, now I have this kitten, who needs love and food. And she’ll get it. She’s not my first. She will not be the last, I am sure, for as long as people consider other beings disposable, I’ll be finding them and taking them home. It’s amazing- these creatures that no one wanted turn into magnificent beings. The assholes who meant to kill them may have gotten rid of a problem, but they lost a worthy companion. I avenge them by reversing the wrong that was done to them, by outthinking them so that I can save what they’ve discarded. The funny part is, I don’t believe in charity. I don’t even think what I’m doing is charity, I don’t even think about not doing this. I could have never left this kitten in the road, or Lilly the pit bull puppy in the box, or Ashley on the side of the road in the snow.
Sometimes, being a big girl means that you’re going to have to play Mama. Most of the time, that means being sweet- but sometimes it means showing your teeth. Sometimes, monsters have to be vanquished, problems require some genius, and things must be protected and avenged. .