We are the fandom. To us, Sherlock will always be the only detective show worth watching, and Sherlock Holmes will always be real. To us, Harry Potter is not nerdy or childish - it's a legit fantasy of ours to have our own wand. To us, the Hunger Games will never be 'too violent' or 'weird', it'll be the most epic story ever that we all wish we could take part in. To us, Doctor Who is the biggest badass ever, and we'd all really love to be his companion. We live our lives through the BBC, tumblr and fanfiction. We don't need facebook or twitter, except to follow the people who create the things we love. The internet is our whole life, because we don't need to be a part of the egotistical contest that is 'the real world'. All our friends are just like us, even if we haven't ever seen them before in our lives. We are the fandom, and we love what we do.
I work at an assisted living community as waitstaff and I love my job. The majority of the residents are lovely and my co-workers are incredible.
Tonight as I finished taking a resident’s order and turned and left the table, I heard her whisper loudly to the person next to her, “She’s rather tall isn’t she?” The comment itself doesn’t bother me. Of course I’m tall. I’ve always been tall. What bothers me is that she waited until she thought I couldn’t hear her to say what she said. As if I couldn’t handle the truth of my height. Give me a fucking break. I’ve known all my life I’m tall. You’re not sparing me from anything because being tall isn’t a bad thing. It’s just what I am.