Civil War: Heavy Shoulders

The story is great, intense, powerful, I can't say how much I am loving it. My problem has nothing to do with the writing, or the story itself, other than the fact that I am feeling completely and utterly drained. Since this summer the build up and "holy shit" moments have just been crammed down our throats, and as enjoyable and wild the ride has been, I am feeling like Spiderman at the end of Civil War # 5. Broken, battered, clinging on for dear life.

This comic really exemplified all the feelings I have been having. Although the story was a bit "meh," the thought and feeling behind it was what really hit me.
The Thing goes to Paris, France (after being beaten and abused financially and mentally by the US Government for leaving), and runs into a bunch of superheroes who need his help to fight the bootleg Mole Man.
The Thing is shocked there are no conspiracies, or secret agencies listening in, and other bullshit, he is just there having a normal superhero fight and remembers the "good old days."
Now, I am not one to reminisce about the Golden Age, because honestly, I am happier with modern comics than I have been almost ever, so the new stories and darker plots don't bother me, but every now and then it is nice to see something fun and exciting that doesn't lead into a government investigatory panel and SHIELD agents ripping through your front door accusing you of a crime when you just wanted to help people.

Instead I read Y The Last Man vols. 3 and 4, and all was right with the world. I was then able to go back to my giant stack with a much better state of mind.
The moral of the story? It is nice to read a HUGE event like Civil War, and it really makes you feel the characters struggle and strife. The roller coaster has been one hell of a ride, but after a while, it is nice to not have to worry about all of that stuff, and just have a little meaningless fun.