Dunno where I stole this from, I've been all over LJ today.
This would be the meme about writing to your fandoms as if they were people. Try and guess "who" they are.(I am playing fast and loose with "fandom" by picking stuff I am just a fan
of, but let's give it a try anyway!)
1. I can't believe I fell for you. You were precisely the wrong, wrong, wrong thing for me--glittery, mostly happy, silly, and, God help me,
popular. Hidden depths behind a cheery facade, true devotion and diligence and intelligence--all put to work to pull off something spectacular in you. You're pure magic,
and I am okay with that!( Guessed by feiran )2. We met by chance, randomly passing each other by until I took the time to stop and get to know you. You obligingly backed up, started over with me, and I stayed to watch you mature. I found a true appreciation of the differences between and the similarities despite, brilliant points of connectivity amidst a thousand separate pieces of you. As time went on, I fell away, you descended into madness, but I always missed you. I'll claim you back, bit by bit, and we'll see if we can recognize each other when we're through.
( Guessed by feiran )3. This relationship should have been doomed from the start. First off, my
mother introduced us. Fortunately, life isn't a soap opera or a sit-com, and she has excellent taste. Second, it helps that you immediately ingratiated yourself with my friends and that I did the same with
your friends. Third, we proved our friendship could survive mood swings, partings, changes of address, and more, so, after all that, how could we not have remained close? I still reference you for all my other relationships, I'm absolutely certain--are they as funny as you? Are they as carefully considerate or blithely indifferent? As suprising? As heartbreaking?
( Guessed by edgehopper, feiran )4. Our first date we were alone, and things didn't look to be going well. I admit I was distracted, lonely, perhaps even a tad bored, but, be fair, you were being timid, taking your time opening up, trying to impress me with how utterly unimpressive, how unsingular you were. Then somewhere about midway through that first time, those little bits of insignificance, the pieces of you I took for granted, started to matter. I clung to them, desperate they should not die out. Tell me more, I said, and you did. You kept me guessing because you told me a real tale, one with consequences and loss in equal parts to escape and survival. At times, when you tired of entertaining me, you shuffled me off with a story not worthy of your skill, but you brought me back, and still I wait for more, anxious even when I am content, upset when things are happy, mystified with the obvious and sated on the elusive.
( Guessed by feiran )5. There's no reason for why I loved you so. I look back and I still can't make it out, and the heartbreak still eats at me. You were so beautiful, then. Shiny like Christmas presents, wrapped and opened all at once, so you could see the beauty and still have the toy. There was newness to you, I'm certain that's what drew me at first--newness like a reissue of a favorite comic book; the parts were familiar, but the delivery astonishingly vivid. Later, our first days were corrupted. You believed so hard in your own beauty that you slighted mine, and I couldn't tolerate your self-absorption any longer. I left, and I still can't revisit the good times. Not yet.
( Guessed by feiran )6. Only the good die young, and for what you lived, you burned a blazing path from one end of your time to the other. That time is gone, and I ache for that fact yet also sort of relish it. There will be no betrayal, not like I had with #5. You are as you are, and you are over. My memory of what you are will inform my dreams of what might have been, and what might have been might
be in one form or another, but it will never be you. If only we'd had more time together, if only I could be sure that we would
never have more.
( Guessed by edgehopper, feiran )7. One day, listening to my friends is going to get me into a lot of trouble. Happily, the day I committed to spending time with you was not one of those future, possibly bad days. Might have been, though. I found you a tad silly, standoffish, almost, in your refusal to be important whilst being declared so. Somewhere along the way, I took for granted that you
were amazing and re-evaluated. Now, I find myself aching for all that you mean and all that you have yet to accomplish. Such a terrible tease, making me wait, yet I do it anyway.
( Guessed by feiran )8. Your sense of style won me over. Never have I seen the seven deadly sins sold to me with such winning aplomb. You had the right moves, the funkiest attitude, the strangest blend of serious and irreverant all at the same time, it was dizzying. After I got used to your groove, I could laugh along with you until you made me cry when you left. Still, you're one of my favorites, even after I've sort of given up on your fellows.
( Guessed by bigscary )9. How weird is it that I never liked you half so well as your brother when you two used to come around each week, but now that you're gone, I appreciate you more in your absence? So much so that I run out to bankrupt myself at to relive the same times I took for granted? Has there been anyone more unintentionally (and
intentionally) hilarious (#3 not withstanding)? Why do I find myself quoting you as one would quote the Bible? I'm even known for some of my impressions at this point, which means I'm not alone in anticipating your return, in whatever form that might be.
( Guessed by feiran )10. My first love, my most recent, most severe disappointment. I can't remember a weekend spent without you, without some
part of you, and I've lost count the times we've encountered each other--either literally, or where you pop up in others. You're an inspiration, much as you were the derivative of inspirations before your time. There should be laws against what was done to you. It's like de Niro schilling with Billy Crystal; there are just some things that you should never do to a legend that have been done to yo--irrevocably, due to your Creator's laws. You will have a legacy amonst a good set of ten-twenty generations, but what of the children who come to you finish to start instead of start to finish? Who spurn you disco asthetic and quality goofiness for the brooding whine of your last hurrah? There ought to be a law.
( Guessed by edgehopper, feiran )ETA: Well done! All guessed!
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linaerys had this up, and I absolutely had to do it, too: (I changed names to protect the innocent and reflect mine own crazy tastes)
