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Depressed as Usual

Jan. 20th, 2008 | 07:25 pm
mood: melancholymelancholy

I know everyone has their "I can't connect to the world" moments, but the sad truth is more often than not, I feel as though I can't connect to anyone.

I'm a fan of things, but I'm not an enthusiast. Do I dabble in certain aspects of fandom? Sure. But I can't tell you the precise stats of a professional sports player, the exact quotes of a series at random, or engage in the in-depth fact-based discussion that people who follow those things. I watch, I like, and sometimes I participate in the unsanctioned dialogue, but for the most part, despite the on-line image I portray, I'm a casual fan and I see things in terms of generalities rather than details.

But it's bothersome when I see people who know the nooks and crannies of everything. Sure they might be maligned from a general perspective, but that level of detail is useful in seeing the bigger picture. It just makes me feel worse in comparison. I already can do less than 99% of able-bodied, living people of my age group, but to know less than that same group leads me to watch silently as the circle of people I know spiral away slowly, and all I am less and less.

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from: sin_ominous
date: Jan. 21st, 2008 01:11 am (UTC)

But oftentimes, for said folks that devote that much time and energy to that fandom to the point that it just boggles people like you and me, *breathes after that run-on*, it could be indicative of how much time they have on their hands in the first place.

I mean, I'm a fan of some shows, but not to the point where I go ape-shit about knowledge accuracy; I see too many of those people at cons, and quite often are the ones whose bathing habits are questionable.

You are the kind of person I would consider to be quite more sane, in regards to fandom.

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from: nangbaby
date: Jan. 21st, 2008 04:01 am (UTC)

I still remember the one time I went to Comicon, and this man walked past who looked like he hadn't cleaned himself in about six weeks and smelled as though he hadn't in six years.

Still, the fact remained that as bad as he was hygienically, he wasn't there by himself. He had people with him who either shared his obsession or put up with it.

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