Buddhism & Me

So tomorrow I will be spending the day at an 'open-house' event at the Kaikan somewhere close to Nordhavn Station here in Copenhagen.

This event is for the buddhists here in Copenhagen and as my inspiring mother-in-law is somewhat the leader of this entire organization, she probably knows just about everyone going there.

This kind of buddhism is the best kind - in my honest opinion. And I definitely do not mind going.

I will be attending this thing in the excellent companionship of my hilarious sister-in-law.

And.

There will be free food!

Although I might be a little worried that due to the inbred society of my in-laws who represent the head of the staff at this Kaikan event, I might risk being put onto a stage and explain the crowd the complexity of my entire existence.

This, I don't mind either. What rich little blonde girl does not want that kind of attention? Honestly.

I really just don't want the spotlight to turn into a retarded, religious sort of Jeopardy where I will be asked questions I am nowhere near capable of answering.

So just to put this out straight to you guys...

There are going to be a lot of prematurely balding, young and very old, yellow and red robed people there, who are strangely good at humming monotonously.

And then there is going to be me.

Now imagine the impact of this scenario!

The scenario.

I know that my soon-to-be-husband is insanely proud of showing me off to a crowd like that. And I know that some of those men will be frequenting the bathrooms while I strut around in my designer heels and tight t-shirts, but I also know that I don't want to leave the event feeling like the dumb blonde.

As much as I appreciate Paris Hilton for what she is (or isn't?) the 'I-am-just-a-really-sexy-but-therefore-dumb-blonde' thing is not me.

So tonight I have to study. I can't believe I have to study just to show up at a party! I seriously need to re-arrange my party schedule and perhaps next weekend - do something a bit more on the wild side.

Speaking of the wild side, I came across a couple of cosplayers while I was having dinner in town with my cousin. To me, I am familiar with the phenomenon and therefore don't pay too much attention, but my cousin ( who is an army officer ) was spooked by the spiffy Naruto head bands, violet wigs from the nearest Toys R Us and the poor quality of grandma's attempt at transforming her vintage table cloth into a shiny metal armor that they were wearing.

So in order for me not to ruin the Japanese fever to my cousin and make it seem slightly more interesting (rather than retarded), I explained to him it was the craze of young minds..

UNTIL

I realized that among the cosplayers were approximately a forty-year-old douchebag that smelled (and looked) like he still catered his interests in the damp basement of his mother's house.

The douche in his natural habitat

My work was ruined! How do you even begin to explain that? I know that there are some pretty weird people out there, but had he not been wearing a costume, every single mother in the surrounding area would have flocked him only to beat his teeth into his gut for hanging out with 10 year olds.

I'm okay with children dressing up. I'm okay with cosplay being an event that people go to in sealed off (and very smelly) convention centers, but prancing around in public looking like a retard who accidentally stumbled into grandma's wardrobe - that is just not acceptable.

Acceptable cosplay.

Maybe I can use this piece of useless image still scarred onto my retinal memory and transform it into a speech of social acceptance and the odd chances in life that we are given (like acting out a Japanese cartoon character with incredibly lousy fashion sense) - which we take - which causes a natural domino effect on the world and everyone involved.

Now, imagine what other choices in life this guy has surpassed to end up like a douche?