castiellover20:What God tells the spn fandom to do… For real… I wish you’d take your own advice. I w
castiellover20:What God tells the spn fandom to do… For real… I wish you’d take your own advice. I wish you’d stopped the show before it spun itself into a seeping morass, before all but a handful of cast members had a thousand-yard stare.I wish my last girlfriend hadn’t molested me under the guise of SPN LARPing, then mocked me for it–proof positive, of course, that LARPers do, on occasion, get tail.We all wish a lot of things.Don’t get me wrong, YWH. I appreciate the nightmares you gave me, that turned into daymares, that turned into hallucinations. I appreciate the cutting, the way you taught me how to get those clever little razors out of a pencil sharpener quick as lightning. I appreciate the lesson of my giving myself heatstroke twice in that stupid vinyl jacket. I definitely appreciate the meds I ran through, and I’ll tell you, I love the way you all come out of the screen at 2AM, when I can’t tell what’s real and isn’t. No need to worry. I got a life. Away from Supernatural, which is more than I can say for you, YWH. No more fandom for me offline, except Pern, and little enough of that. You told me get a life, and I did. I studied until I was on the verge of hospitalization, switched majors. Got some paid internships. Did alright. Not so good. 3.25 GPA. I clean my room, I knit, I do chores and homework and go to work. Sundays, it’s church to grovel out a prayer, then home for housecleaning again. Only went to one con ever, didn’t dare go near the Supernatural table. I have a life, after all, YWH. I know my lessons.But, I suggest 308 hours of programming is far and away enough. -- source link
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