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Every now and then, I skim my way out of the little protected corner of fandom, wandering to friends-of-friends and take a peek at what other people are doing/saying/thinking.
Usually, I find myself wondering why fandom is so damn crazy.
And then I remember. Fandom and sanity are not close neighbours. Hell, they don't even live in the same country, let alone the same neighbourhood. And given that I'm in Australia, we're not just talking 'let's hop over the Canadian/American border', we're talking 'not the same country' as in Spain and Antarctica.
Millions of fan-years worth of continental drift, and the inexorable thrust of the tectonic plates of character and pairing preferences have created mountain ranges out of molehills before juddering to a halt in their motions, leaving fandom and sanity at polar ends of the globe.
Which should be obvious since the term 'fan' is short for fanatic. Sanity is not in our bourne, thank you very much!
But sometimes I need that reminder.
Usually, I find myself wondering why fandom is so damn crazy.
And then I remember. Fandom and sanity are not close neighbours. Hell, they don't even live in the same country, let alone the same neighbourhood. And given that I'm in Australia, we're not just talking 'let's hop over the Canadian/American border', we're talking 'not the same country' as in Spain and Antarctica.
Millions of fan-years worth of continental drift, and the inexorable thrust of the tectonic plates of character and pairing preferences have created mountain ranges out of molehills before juddering to a halt in their motions, leaving fandom and sanity at polar ends of the globe.
Which should be obvious since the term 'fan' is short for fanatic. Sanity is not in our bourne, thank you very much!
But sometimes I need that reminder.
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